Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Sunday, February 22, 2015

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

every night
i put the log in
they burrow deeper, and the fire finds them, and they die.
I sweep their dust up every morning,
with my bare hands,
as befitting.

©Peter A. Greene 2015

Thursday, February 19, 2015

destroying an earworm


red eyes at night,
delight red eyes
in the morning
owls take warning

©Peter A. Greene 2015

slow toll

          slow toll -

 a bell, a feather
 and forever

©Peter A. Greene 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

it's not poetry

it's not poetry
most of the time
i say something
but i'm lying

©Peter A. Greene 2015

Monday, February 16, 2015

the moon robotess

the moon robotess sits
in lairs and caves
awaiting prayers
she cannot hear:
there is no air there

©Peter A. Greene 2015

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Wednesday, February 4, 2015