down the stairs, a dark spiral
one of them, a mischievous one
made me take a wide tumble to the door
from second last step; desirous of that other one
she ga' me the old sammies and sugar
to take to the sweet peckers
who push such golden orbs
and there's red lines to fill the blue ones, too
quite deliberately yours
if love claws its way to you, why not acquiesce?
do be a divine little squirrel, give in sanely
eat your **** nuts
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
intruding feline, placed too close makes that
nidified fall
too close
to tears.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
endless toil, on angered guard
mindless energy, take it out on another
internal struggle, hard to share
destructive, will this ever stop.....
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
into the air, flying over the bars
night after night
something ought to give
but can't, because you should've prepared
a feast that the righteous hold back
a sea of farewells, give a living gift
a child sits behind and drops the head
a heartstring can snap, and repenters too.
glass and wood shan't collide, bright beings
must move on.
I won't cry, the sea's enough filled with old secrets
and tone illustrations crumple, the gazelle flies free.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Crimson seethe. This, a waiting not for all
even glean a PDF, follow crumbs, seal notes.
Raucous cries die before sunset
veering to the door, but sticker too green.
Strange, eleven hours it took to birth a smile
pluck away in quiet corners.
Only, reversing chance to another
nobody gives a hoot. Isn't life much a gauntlet?
Drying, crack open a thought and spy
youngster unsought, of the last month, until the end.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
The day a man needs regulation to plant a seed, is when choice is chided for its existence.
Out of existence.
Reduced to two parties - and we believe without doubt.
When schools and factories will burn along with all bossiness and business, perhaps the land can feel hands dig in again.
Metal needs repose, queues deserve to die.
Rules thrive on Pavlovian tinkles to sink the horrid in, endless gauntlets on repeat.
Time to eat, time to work, time to play, time to die.
The matchstick burns bright, a blaze of life, fizzles right before it gathers thought enough to know.
So too, when the coil burns fulsome and beauty carries fitting, bells go silent in dreams.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
I admire how you let your feet dangle in the air.
On front of the entire world, a burning mess.
You show us, teach us.
Inspiration.
Saplings trick the sky when they outgrow the elder.
Slow and sly, then sudden spurt.
I really feel like making love, but I can't.
Not quite now.
I will sing, when I'm through hiding.
Then, some sparks can touch me too.
I'll fall to your lavender smile
and feel as planted as show yourself to be.
for N.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
I live in my horse's saddle: a beast, piteous.
Maidens sing forlorn as we pass.
The children do not see the chopper
at the roundabout.
Soon, their shorn locks will match the minstrel's sins of old.
Castles burn in the day: robbers ride boats on land.
Mascots fade against tapestries, hung out.
It's wonderful to sing out, revolt in time.
The sleepers don't hear the bees, save the woodsman.
Trees whisper secrets of the woods upon the wind.
Rows and rows of spears and woven flocks, poor things.
Descendants of cold metal.
They will come.
Too soon.
Bluebells and daisies flattened in an hour, green to brown.
Leather worn and sweat of ten rides polish the future.
Cut to make ribbons of blue for lasses unborn, the sky.
Bring to rise
new rivers of strange color, coppery seeping to earth.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
taking time to lick off the walls
the remnants of my scattered mind
so we can let the hole for an hour
(with plastic green)
and safely lower
this last (s)mile
into your dark.
oh, see the child blink
how you ran the fat
rendered and left
the yard
confused.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC