Poems from 2015

December

Megalopolis"What are eyes? I see none

If there are still menIf there are still men,

November

Egotism spreadsEgotism spreads against

October

Fragments Shored Against Ruin 1

August

My peopleA generation raised

July

There are no wordsThere are no words --

I have wandered streetsI have wandered streets,

There is too much noiseThere is too much noise

Inner HarborI spend my days inside,

May

Out of DoorsHe crossed the doorway

Romance RevisitedUnsurprised when she appeared

April

Songs of YouthI remember being young,

February

SomnambulanceScreams of seven thousand thousand