Saturday, October 2, 2010


Worrisome, drunken dreams.
Lips twitch.
The full yellow moon
dips into the cloud only
to slide back up like a pendulum.
My cat howls at the moon.
And my dead dog meows.
While I float in an
oriental swamp
somewhere in Laos.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is a great poem. One of your best. You are my favorite poet.