Poems from CJP001

When I was young and summer was freshI used to watchthe wormsbathe in the drivewayduring a heavy rain.They danced aboutthe pavement,their...
  I retreated from something, I retreated. I didn’t want it. Intermittent stars of isolation, this heart drenched with honeysuckle,...
  There is a pile of children’s blocks stacked up beside this mother’s apron; they spell out centuries of secluded memories, long since...
  I sat keeping score My butt getting sore And another more And another more Caskets lined up neat Covers over the feet Flowers on either...
  There is nothing like the buzzing of your own heart in your own ears. Nothing greater nothing worse only dissonant rhythmic changes as...