Looking Through Old Photographs

Hazy
discolored
photographs
of an era past.

A time
that doesn't exist,
not anymore.

But it seems better
in the mask of nostalgia.

You miss the person
you once were.

Perhaps only because
you can never go back.

An American Death

Alone,
the widow slowly bet away
her vast fortune
in a garish casino.

Losing card games
one by one
to pass the cruel time.

This was where she spent
her dying days.

A Chance Missed By Fate

Who have I missed by a moment?
A slip in time?

Will I ever connect with them?
Is that sort of thing meant to be?

Or will our paths never cross now?

Do People Really Pray?

Or are their minds full
of doubt
as they strike up a conversation
with their Lord and Savior?

Perhaps I'm just cynical.
That's highly likely.

I'm forgetting the human ability
to believe blindly
and live absolutely
in denial.

Global warming?
The extinction of animals?
The threat of a meteor?
Your inevitable death?
The death of everyone you know and love?

Let's pretend I didn't just say any of that.

That's how it works right?

Am I playing the game okay?

What a world...

Learning The Game

Young and lusty,
she's becoming aware
of her magic.

She sends sparks
and pretends not to see.

It's a complex game,
she already understands.

And yet,
all too simple.

The Witch On Television

The witch
comes on the
television screen.

Draped in a gown,
commanding respect,
demanding power.

Millions watch
from their homes.
No one knows
she is ageless.

Her exterior is
beauty and youth.
She has looked
this way for
the rise and fall
of civilizations.

Weaving her web
through human history.

But she is no human.

No, the witch is other,
older than our time.

A Meeting Of Old Lovers

We met
at our special spot
overlooking
the whole city.

A secret spot.

My heart jumped
when I saw
your sleek convertible
pull up,
American cherry red.

Watching the sun rise,
it's as though
we were back
at the beginning
of it all.

Pure Joy

Moments of
intense joy
make up
a life.

Those moments
are what being
a human
and having a soul
are about.

Warm Parties On Icy Nights

The moon hangs low
but my spirits are high.

Nursing whiskey
in a velvet dress.

The windows frost
and my breath is smoke.

Drawn to the fire,
I warm my thin limbs
and search for
good conversation.