Can Cardinals wear secret coats?
Waiting for a gray beard
To cross the plains
Tell us something wise
Make our cries fall quiet
Old hands, that they are
Old hat, not so much
Some of us are on rooftops
And some in basements
Seeming standing on the ceilings
Throats open for the promised yells
We can’t remember how once we uttered
So instead we shudder at how shuttered
Our little rooms we live in are
And can only force a stutter
Lank and loose with dull eyes gleaming
But bored and dead unable to find the siren sound that cuts our thoughts and feelings
The echoed noise of our minds weeping
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
Imperfect bodies
never heavenly
mingle
Orbits intertwined
Heat seeking souls
can’t miss their
peaking shine
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
Heat seeking souls
Under the table pickle dealings
Crisscrossed road scarred dry strangled useless and varicose
Mice never squeaked until the invention of the squeaking machine, which taught them everything they know
While the best of tender chickens
Laid down in those trenches
Old souls lost to lost causes
In mud mined by young blood
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
This garden growing wild
Catches at our breath
Stilled
But for a moment quiet
Like our tigers after riot
With eyes as embers
In the silence
Untamed shades
Move behind
Gentle gazes
Like spiraled vines
In shadow
The flaws of perfection
Tipped our scale
Towards symmetry
And lead our naked steps
To a delicate line
We crossed with whispered
Thoughts of wants
So flaws bore fruit
And the wild thrived
And the temptation of two bites
Caught fire in our teeth
Two hearts burning bright
With desire
In our minds
Our eyes
Our tongues
Our touch
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
Channel South.
The Mississippi fold
Whipped midnight dust
From the quiet cages
Of homeless graves.
The dead awake
To low night music
As yellow electric light
Mirrors the slow flow
Of gorgeous life
That loves to shine.
So speak to the fine eyes
As if you found them
In a great Khan’s garden,
Elegant and wild
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
Wild lives grow
like vines
With secret beasts
in roaring leaves
Seeking to dream blues
north
Hags burn
sinister herbs
From the foliage
but smoke blows
south
Heavy breaths
gasp clean air
Growing bored
to choke
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
We only howl when the sun rises
Cause nights are for softer sounds
And softer hearts than
The faces made for the
Days that make fists
Paler light unclenches them.
We blend into a scape
Without fading, a starry
Dusk overwhelming
Our cries will cease
And we will hum and burn
In our fall. The trip to
Earth is fun
While it seems to smile back
The land glowing closer
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
A glow in the night
Through thick glass
Accompanies the silence
Of a city seeming
Muted
Where is this button
That shuts its voices down?
Missed whispers in unfiltered night air
May I dream them
If I sleep?
If the humming walls
Will ever cease
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Boundaries broke
the storm
before it rose
So the glow
settled
The beautiful put to bed
And wonder died
while it slept
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
A kiss too late that left my lips
And passed to you with a gentle press
As you glided by.
You barely seemed to see my eyes
In wanting need of some return
And glanced your sadness on to me
That now was not the time.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC