the catch

im not waiting
for miracles
or first sight
or the light
thats right
im not waiting
for see
or what may be
or he
or me
im not waiting
for sweeping feet
hearts that beat
faster
catch me if you can
play cat and mouse
with boys
man,
im not waiting
for ever after
constant laughter
hugs and kisses
wedded bliss is
not my destination
its a journey
not a plan
im not waiting
if you're coming
catch me
if you can.

drawing a blank

a simple question
draws a blank

nothing
is
blatantly
obvious.

by design,
this blinding white
creates a map of clear direction.
my selection
is the story of your life.

mosaic

this is your mess
im stepping on
pierce the skin
of tender feet
im seasoned when it comes to all
except for here
im green.

i dont have horses
i dont have men
how do i put you together again?

dont.

some pieces, more desirable,
when broken from the whole
fit nicely with new fragments
of mind; of heart; of soul.
from new perspective
comes new light
reflecting from below
tread gently where ive never been
but badly want to go.

choose the pieces wisely
inlay them next to mine
shards like glass
of shattered past
creates this new design.

like beauty
this exhibit lies
(in the eyes
of the beholder)
where you find it;
there, it lives
lost among the classics


this is modern art.