I find I simply can’t get out of bed.

No hands to left or right,And emptiness above –Know that you aren’t alone.The whole world shares your tears,Some for two nights or one,And some for all their years.

Where babies wept and tempers shatteredAnd the plane lurched and whiskey splatteredOver my plastic food, I cameTo claim my bags from Baggage ClaimAround, the carousel went aroundThe anxious travelers sought and foundTheir bags, intact or gently battered,But to my foolish eyes what matteredWas a brave suitcase, red and small,That circled round, not mine at all.I…

I walk, but in my solitudeBow to the wind that buffets me.

The sound of the kettle, the rain.Supper: cheese, celery, bread.For company, old lettersIn the same disjointed script.Old love wells up again,All that I thought had slippedThrough the sieve of long absenceIs here with me again:The long stone walls, the greenHillsides renewed with rain.The way you would lick your fingerAnd touch your forehead, the wayYou hummed…

Every night from dusk to dawnHe croaked awn and awn and awnOther creatures loathed his voice,But, alas, they had no choice,And the crass cacophonyBlared out from the sumac treeAt whose foot the frog each nightMinstrelled on till morning nightNeither stones nor prayers nor sticks.Insults or complaints or bricksStilled the frogs determinationTo display his heart’s elation.But…

Hail Muse. Dear Reader, once uponA time, say, circa 1980,There lived a man. His name was John.Successful in his field though onlyTwenty-six, respected, lonely,One evening as he walked acrossGolden Gate Park, the ill-judged tossOf a red frisbee almost brained him.He thought, ‘Who’d gloat? Who would be glad?Would anybody? ‘ As it pained him,He turned from…