a new new england

waiting for friend s to arrive
like a train
to hit me
like a song
could i be
like an artist
to create
like an emotion


let me ramble a bit about music
it summonds up memories like smell
unerasable and potent.

screened window

gently and eloquently the
rain establishes my hopes
and my desires
for more time
setting the mood and not quite  the place of doctors and
itchy bug bites
peeling skin slowly
-as to get larger peices-
i am burned by the sun.

Slip

slip splash
type tip tack
trip
fall fling flown
forget
slip slash
sound