After Art's Fragmented Memory

[VII2311]

Dead bird, bare tree.
Skull, ashtray, and gun to head.
White flower, wooden chair.
Empty landscape, color-bled.

6:40 P.M.

[14VII11]

The late afternoon moon is a faded mark
on an already faded watercolor sky

Punta Fuego vs. Tropical Storm Falcon

[24VI11]

I have heard the world speak.
Its voice is the bellowing of the waves.

Ferrous moon

[V11]

Who shot at god and left heaven
bleeding from a rust-colored bullet hole?

My eyes aren't on the road when I'm driving

[V11]

A sky split open by lightning
Unleashes the warm wetness of a nimbus cry
And sends bone-feather birds fleeing into
Grey umbrella-trees for the night