STILL LIFE OF A POET'S DESK

Desk covered w/ pictures
black & white sketches
of flowers & people
photographs of friends
pencils & cassette tapes
poems
Kleenexes filled w/ tears & blood
plastic flowers in
a red creamic vase
pencils in a plastic cup
yeah, they get used alot
letters sent from far away
laid out on the desk
and read
over& over again
They remember.

POTRAIT

a piece of charcoal
dances and shuffles
across a sheet of virgin territory
fingers tense & loosen as
the paper is dirtied with
a formation of black, white & gray hair
eyes of timidness come to life
glossy & real with centers of black
the lips & chin are
pressed out from the bottom
of charcoal &
left on the paper
like looking into
a mirror of
plain
black &
chite
and deemed a hidden,
underpraised
treasure of the introverts.

LONELY RAIN

She looks out her window
with a longing
watching the rain fall
wondering what he's doing
wishing she wasn't so all alone
for a brief minute
she thinks she'll turn around
and see him there sitting on her bed
so she turns around
but the only things on her bed
are her big teddy bear
and her dog, Toke
she blinks her eyes
plays some more Bob Dylan
and reaches for her bol.
the rain streams down her window
and down her cheeks.