greetings

out with the new
an in with the old
lets countdown

jamie

yesterday
I witness
those seeking the thrill
of ice covered jumps
and those who would rather
watch

hey eric

my last minute
was spent
hidden
and protected from the sounds
of wind
and traffic
with you
giving instuctions
I didn't quite follow

hi daisy

A train wreck
usually accompanies
great expectations
yet your paws
dreaming of fresh snow
and lively play
somehow delighted
my destructive mind

beth

I love
the moments
of geniune beauty
dispite
dreamlike
and errie
atmosphere

hi

So much for the
homey images
of candles being lit
gifts being opened
through frost windows
of desire

caged women
never excited me
and ambiguety
is almost
a way of life
as a man
in a mans world

m

visited the post office
filled with people
sending out the last envelope
boxes
money order
gifts
for delivery
while darkness prevailed

bruce

today
thoughts
were
paper airplane
flying briefly
into a fire

hello Frank

Parallel lines
always fascinate me
I imagine them
running the globe
equidistantly
together

lc

when I look
into familiar eyes
its hard to know
what has changed
how time
has aged what's
inside
and what
wounds haven't healed

hi micheal

I can do nothing but laugh
at those shadowy
laughing figures
embedded through memory
still making fun
and calls us names
from
what we believe to be
free will

I never remember
enjoying the cold
but I'm longing
to feel the earth frozen
so deep
that it keeps
the smells of life
behind its barrier
till spring

redbricks concrete walk
dawns orange glow
winters gentle chill
and stories
tucked into my skull
escaping through my heart
as I breath
and walk
alone

on this monday
for so many years
the tradition was
as it was
now it is
what it is
and still a beautiful moment

m

this mornings light
was the kind of light
that you see the first day
of a journey
being somewhere new
a glow
in soft crispness

its not easy
to be nostalgically
optimistic
or living abstractly
in a hallmark
when reality bites
cyber mind

hi wing

On a cloudy cold
not quite white december day
I think of fatigued Santas
on display
in janitor supply windows
and muse
of moments time stopped
giving kindness its moment
and some unknown soul bought
that black and white television
for my broke ass
on a lovely winters day

hc

woody allen
plays to Lou Rawls
while Lou sing a sweet
lament to Princess Tohsi
In old Byzantine
history was soon to be recorded
jaco Pastorius muses
Richard Prior
and 1933 was
one hell of a year