I liked how the moon was low
hanging fruit on the newly
budding tree.
The blossoms seemed to
reach out, blindly grasping
for another tree's fingers,
fruitless, but the blues
of the sky
got in the way.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Be-be-be-because, he starts,
stutters breaking words apart,
intoning what he’d overheard;
it’s painful listening, like darts
prying loose repeated words.
Naught’s amiss, we say, the birds
they laugh at us, ignored lampoons
and bullies’ taunts, how absurd.
He sits and watches his cartoon-
two mice who call a cat buffoon
I hate mieces to pieces! shouts
Jinx the cat; it ends too soon.
Our son despises school, flat out.
We believe him, there’s no doubt,
But he’s a well-adjusted sprout
But he’s a well-adjusted sprout.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
That secret place in my brain
where my soul sleeps
when the beast
of depression
comes out.
When the
black beast
of depression
does come, it's
simply death while living.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
Moths frozen to the bark
of hundreds of trees
thaw in the warmth of the day.
By nightfall,
crescent moonlight
shines on dust motes
crucified to wood.
Specks glimmer,
beginning to hatch-
lime-green luna moths
unfold
from wingdust eggs,
edging off of oaks,
enchanting
the night skies,
in search of sap
or cinnamon.
By lighted sliver
they feed
on sugars
and moonbeam
stopping only to freeze
nights later,
fluorescent
bodies,
dust to dusk,
whispering along,
to the soft soughing
of pines.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Her scent- a supernova
Wafting with bells on
Come hither, come hither
A subtle pheremonal display
Lust, love, instant attraction
Racing hearts in sync
And we were madly, so madly.
Hand in hand
Wandering whitened cobblestone
Owing it all to the moon
Exhilaration and spontaneity
My eyes targeting hers like a bullseye
An unbreakable pining gaze
Hops and falling deep
Elbows on scarred wood
An empty universe
Except for you and me
Liquid angel- entrancing
Beguiling me, enticing me
What a mere drop used to do
Before the binary stars exploded.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Cheerio, cheerio
Four AM they call to keep the awake awake
And lull the slumbering deeper adream
Clutching vapors of the musky night
Cool, humid, starry eve
Betelgeuse humming a tune
Rigel entranced by the melody
Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka belting along
While the nightbirds
While away the hours, embedded
Deep in the canopy of springtime maples
And chirp, and chirp, and chirp the expanse
Singsonging to insomniacs
******* of blue, red, orange, all grey
Parading the atomic clock onward
And every night they chirrup
Never before two o’clock- why at such a time
As the deadzone of slumbering night?
And there goes the first
Cheerio, cheerio
Good night, good morning nightbirds.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
She slides it out
The sound of paper gently scraping cardboard
And it embraces her lips
A click and a glow
And all he can see
Is the ruddy orange light
And all he can hear
Is the sibilant intake of breath
As she draws her thoughts in
Warm and acrid
Through pursed lips she exhales languidly
And the breeze takes away her worries
And she gets a headrush
And takes in another mouthful of smoke
Scenting the air
She watches the white expand
Flowing like liquid through the air
She smiles to herself
As she takes her last drag
And a light in the dirt
Fades out into the night
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
snow for dinner for two on the town
with up so falling thousand flakes down
tie skinny knot to knees how they bow
dress floral pink enrapturing glow
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC