The Sky Is So Much Closer In The Desert

The night is so big,
So cold and so dark,
Where can I hide
Where the sky cannot see me?

The moonlight's so cold,
The shadows so sharp,
Starlight and night wind
Blowing through my open hands.

October Rain

Cold water floating dead brown leaves,
Just a few inches deep.
Leaves floating toward the ocean,
Toward Salvation,
In this tiny river in the street.

October Was Made For Remembering

It's a chilly night in New York City, and there's a cold foggy moon throwing blue-white shadows on the concrete and the fences, on the wrought iron and the stone. The streets are blowing with dead brown leaves, dry black dust, and all the memories that October carries in the pockets of her apron. Down on the beach the waves are breaking on sand that's already forgotten what human footprints feel like, and the humans are busy looking at the cold white stars, wondering which ones spell out their names....

October Haiku

The Sun is blazing,
The water shallow and cool,
Sand cold underfoot.

East River Waves

It's even sadder than Prospect Park in the rain, the waves washing over the October sand. Cold sand, tired of the bare summer footprints, cold water, five stories deep, praying that you'll realize the fault was your own. The sand and the cold salty water behaved the way God built them to, if you have a problem, take it up with Her....

Just Another Saturday Night

This rain makes me want to slit my own throat with a blade made of frozen lightning, and the very last thing I'll see is my blood pouring into the river,
turning the green waves purple.