Saturday, July 2, 2011

Lost

Watching my
demented mother
water plastic flowers
on her porch,
I come near
to seeing my face
before I was born.
~ mce

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Dream Song

Dreams that drove us
when we were young,
now render us
tired and cranky.

Age engenders
exhaustion
and not just
in bed.

You remain,
the one dream,
floating through
the ether,
reminding me
of all the dreams
I dreamed
before.
~ mce