Green Fields, Part I

written 1999 Can there be green fields Or is it just a memory I miss the old green fields And how they would hide me To the right I peer A sandman and the sword he wields Three steps from my home, where I used to roam I could see from the window green fields…

Flashes of Brilliance

written 1999 We You and me Are more than the pieces that make us be Flee— To the nearest tree I see Get there fast and it’s free in every degree And that’s all

“James Dean’s Harmonica”

Felecia flies from Warsaw on a whim Fortified with travel-sized gin Her bleeding heart’d been on show for all to see But now it doesn’t matter Newspaper editors are all burying the lead And Cupid only looks askance Disbelieving last week’s weather forecast While foisting primrose onto Cicero All the petals had been plucked years…