olympia wa

stopped in olympia late

afternoon tank of gas bottoming out

rusty dome of the capital 

crested the tree line

the road climbed then descended

to a main drag of weathered storefronts 

early not late model 


we fell a little in love 


twenty thirteen

fentanyl hit the spleen

overdose became mainstream you

lost so many friends and legends and the sun still rises

the light still wakes you under

your angel hair cabbage you

formulate a mission you play with memory you

love and live on

and on

and on


love over coffee

the essence steeped

clouding my energy then


i put down my pen

leather bound journal open

faced in the café i

closed my eyes and thought 

of you

our energies once

commingled here

the pressure of heat on water the

steam submerged in milk

endlessly colored by

coffee how we met eyes

ina non-committal

slightly disinterested


i felt you

looking over me i could taste

you tasting me

steeped in me

the essence at first clouded

my energy


then i was

i was


isolate 4

our huddled loneliness of years past
income fixed
far below the surface
of want

we had one another
and even then

love moved
like science after death


we were for us what no one
knew or could

electricity of being caught
living this way
otherwise isolate
left 4 lost

then came masquerading in wax
taxing the spirit fallen

the heart of ink we smudged
tore in diverse ways

barbed wire knifed
squeezed like cash
touched to fire

pinned on the arm
to fade

soft fall

the grapefruit ice you stir

upon the delta breeze
while summer lost

the spark

calm down you need not


the leaves to turn and

softly fall upon the crossing


time to sit and talk

all the cell phones gone and what a world

would be. what a world



was and how we got along you

fingered my blouse i cried to think so

soon you would be