Selected Poems
Tumble Weed on 13th Street
She made me meet her in Manhattan
catching me, stray in mid wander-walk.
Watching from the corner, she tells me to
look, where a green tumble weed circles.
Knowing no tumble weeds on 2nd Avenue
I contend, that, is a sage jelly fish
lost and drowning in the bike lane.
But It's just. a green garbage bag
cellophane full of discard papers
failed first starts and ruined ideas.
We can argue like Gaugin and Van Gogh
until we arrive at Eternity's Gate.
If it's in your mind or what you see
as the virtue of bold vermillion
versus sunlight sunflower saffron.
But that bag will always be, green.
despite the wind, the night
and changing traffic lights.
Until you, ambitious,lend me an ear
promising to never leave.
catching me, stray in mid wander-walk.
Watching from the corner, she tells me to
look, where a green tumble weed circles.
Knowing no tumble weeds on 2nd Avenue
I contend, that, is a sage jelly fish
lost and drowning in the bike lane.
But It's just. a green garbage bag
cellophane full of discard papers
failed first starts and ruined ideas.
We can argue like Gaugin and Van Gogh
until we arrive at Eternity's Gate.
If it's in your mind or what you see
as the virtue of bold vermillion
versus sunlight sunflower saffron.
But that bag will always be, green.
despite the wind, the night
and changing traffic lights.
Until you, ambitious,lend me an ear
promising to never leave.
