June 2013

just out of reach
the delirium of
the ordinary

how fine!
the strain of clinging
to dreams

empty sky . . .
a vulture returns
to fuck all

darkening sky . . .
vultures keep watch over
a vale of tears

pas de deux . . .
a vulture outsmarts
the crow

seventh day . . .
vultures feed on the
afterbirth

a vulture
sniffs out the state
of Denmark

branching out —
vultures in committee
form a quorum

Irish stew —
finnegan's wake
of vultures

moon halo —
the vulture eyes
a ring finger

dawn parade . . .
a vulture flies itself
at half-mast

stricken ill
a vulture scavenges
extant dreams

summer grasses . . .
a vulture circles over
soldier's dreams

urban garden . . .
among skeletal trees
a vulture waits

autumn's end . . .
a vulture turns over
the pieces

twilight dusk —
a bell bird trembles
on its trill

cold silence!
it twists into the night
like a knife

mirror lake . . .
a mallard upends
within itself

an ode nightingale
pours forth its ecstatic heart . . .
do I wake or sleep?

night shelter . . .
a Samaritan's
extra mile