Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Street Mushrooms

they sprout
at traffic lights

spent stalks
holding swelled up heads

skin full of rashes
hiding fixes and black spider kisses

diced and chopped fine
they wd go well with wine
honey, pass the pepper
and a twist of lime
with a fresh napkin
to wipe away the slime

before the sunflower eyes
pop up in the sleep
seeping with sticky
fragrance of the wild

Friday, December 1, 2006


a bit of dew
caressing the desert sand

wisp of fragrance
gliding thru the stifling smog

a bright red petal
softneing the black gravel

a dash of crimson
bursting thru the clouds

a drop of sweet sweat
trapping the sun on the chin...