Excuse Me, Miss

Excuse me, Miss I need help between the books You look down your glasses at me Don’t worry about their errant looks You’re dressed mighty nice I think it’s by the back shelves It seems I’ve gotten us lost Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves I pull you in close A hand sneaks under

Wandering In The Forest

Wandering in the forest without a notionWith my lovely bride by my sideLooking up at the wonders of natureBetween the trees there’s no room to hide Finding seasons we don’t know at homeRain, snow & all other forms of emotionTransparent dreams offer no resistanceTreasures washed away by the errant ocean

Last Season’s Vintage

Last season’s vintage with coffee stainsSpelling out what we might genuinely needHope we might outlive our transgressionsErrant dispatches; all the ones you forgot to read

Reading The Errant Pages

Reading the errant pagesCrumpling after each one is readA gentle eye befallen the paperRevising what each one has pleadWastebasket- a lifetime awayHoping it’s not the destiny of them allSlowly, sacred thoughts formLiving in the weird space of my scrawl