Selected Poems
Tinker
Begins as distraction, a disturbing noise
bare branches at the window in the wind
rustle restless leaves, stark shaken breeze.
A jangle dangle metallic noise of this
tiny toy-like little sound machine.
Tinker tools rachet rules screws fine-tuned.
Not redundant nor scented mental metal.
How it got here, we never will know.
Thump hum strum drum beat sprocket rocket
plays in ¾ time. Wound up by the wind.
Prose carries a load of ill-fated cargo.
Poems are undulant, intrinsic and shed
spare parts when words start, making music.
Let ink-songs wander into a waiting world.
The pad and pen call to tinker, again.
bare branches at the window in the wind
rustle restless leaves, stark shaken breeze.
A jangle dangle metallic noise of this
tiny toy-like little sound machine.
Tinker tools rachet rules screws fine-tuned.
Not redundant nor scented mental metal.
How it got here, we never will know.
Thump hum strum drum beat sprocket rocket
plays in ¾ time. Wound up by the wind.
Prose carries a load of ill-fated cargo.
Poems are undulant, intrinsic and shed
spare parts when words start, making music.
Let ink-songs wander into a waiting world.
The pad and pen call to tinker, again.
