The woods crowded
under my umbrella
Tears from the cities..
       falling

Up in smoke

i stood between my lives
lit a smoke with one
and put it out with the other,
We burn until we burn...

Skytalk

Clouds repose
waiting for the wind
to stitch them together
Little birds
homeward bound
fend smoke
Chimneys look up,
waiting for the rain
to wash their eyes
Trees look down
as if trying to move
blood in their heads..

A sleepy street

Lam posts whisper
to each other
about things on the
other side of the road,
that they wish
they could see...

Gentle time

Sitting naked,
by the drying lake
pecking at stones

monkeys stand in lines
on electric fences
they know, a joke
will hit them
lets die smiling...

The contours of birth and death

Let death be
Ahead
Let death be
happy