in my stairway stumble
body and step collides

the bangs and bounces
meet the rug burn slides

as inner chaos flounces
my aches scream inside

rocking in silence

...with no one to hear

Outside the backyard windowpane
owl's clover beckons a butterfly
to feed in the wildflower meadow

silver tree bark and naked branches
stand lining edges on two sides
songbirds sing symphonies in flight.

Opaque shadows mark the horizon
in a blink, blurs eat blue from the sky
and as clouds circle back sunshine dies

winged creatures grounded, insects too
with no moonlight -no critters can fly,
cicada shrill to a coyote pack's howl

little hairs rise in a goosebump dance.
Heartbeats pound- pulse rate climbs high,
a scream -glass breaks -then silence

purple is devoured inside a chilled fog
as lights 'round the world pass me by,
weep with the willow- sob to the breeze

darkness yanks and dew kisses flesh,
curls, clothes, and soaked skin drip dry.
Body shakes- lips quiver- teeth rattle

my grey view bleeds into ebony,
no Seraphin cradles me in a goodbye,
tunnel lantern holds no oil for the light

too dark to lift me or for us to fly.

you eat up lines that she dishes
seeing steak on the plate of ****
the wine you shipped top shelf
but her caviar is just counterfeit

she painted pictures she flashed
with you as the star of every bit
whispering tales of the airplane
carrying you for heights two hit

an email and message paper trail
screams out a capitalized tissy fit
as the silk spiderweb knots break
and you sniffing the perfume of it

now people point fingers sharing
every ***** lil detail the ***** spit
sipping foam latte with a cigarette
tossing your reputation into a pit

drips of oil and water twisting
in the bubbling glass,
nickel spins in orange quarts
citrine gold and brass

copper caramel and platinum
shining tinted on mass
for crypts inside the cemetery
lawn covered by grass

on lot lined in green treetops
yellow meets blood red
marking glass panels stained
and then framed in lead

handmade by a glass cutter
as a salute for the dead
from the people still left living
-aches born with death fed

streaks mark the skyline in mustard yellow
in peanut butter and milk chocolate brown

shadowing the sand on the shoreline below
sun tosses the ocean tide as light falls down

the moon climbs to the edge of the horizon
glowing between the storm clouds in view

meet me as a rainbow kisses the gleaming sun
with the morning sky dressed in an opal hue

with hazel eyes closed, I inhale and come undone
as my brain fills me inside in color images of you

the windshield wiper kiss
broke my wings

slammed on a sidewalk
in the fall

on the ground like this
I fade to ash grey chalk

Smooth to my fingertip
stimulation head to toe;
slice and dice my heart
the blood puddles flow
red ripples in the drips,
bow down to the reaper
to burn in what you sow.
frying in the flaming pit
trapped in the undertow,
darkness is coming at us
-ready or not, here we go.

caterpillars in cocoons
cling to tobacco leaves
chopped to fill cigarettes
...and a butterfly grieves

smoking insects
fried green caterpillars
go ahead strike a match
inhale the bug part fillers

exhale wings and flick the ash...
will an extinction of kaleidoscopes
be the aftermath?

tallying up her glass house hits
from rocks thrown in the past,
a gusted breeze jostles curtains
with the bone-chilling icy blast

like droplets from the falling rain
the shards all spill down shattered
from windowsills without a pane
the clear broken pieces lay scattered

along with breaking me into sharp-edged bits
you stomped every single thing that mattered

inside my soup cup, a fly swims the backstroke,
dives from the spoon to my tongue and I choke

scream as the porcelain saucer tossed broke
and out from the waitress's eyes rises smoke

chef bombs me with eggs, curls drip yellow yolk
run as he yells slobbering ~ this cook may stroke.

a guy on a bicycle falls breaking a wheel spoke,
the busboy laughs at him - the man sees no joke

red bloodshot eyes rage - he ***** slaps the bloke
pile-drives and jabs with the three stooges poke.

dogs trailing cats chasing toads in a stereo croak
stop to mark the ground but the busboy they soak

standing as the hostess throws a bottle of coke
she pegs his forehead and ricocheted glass broke

seeing the ice for his lump I jump up - then spoke
of the green head flies in the cubes gag and choke

chaos erupts - a food fight hits and flying dishes broke
police cars roll, folks scatter and I duck behind an oak.

dressed to mask this scowl
painted it bubblegum pink

poured my three finger shot
of 100 proof rotgut to drink,

no ice for a chaser required
as all my inhibitions shrink

naughtiness envelopes me
willpower slips off the brink

my sights set, the target you,
you shall be mine with a wink

in the armor that you sport
feel me slide passed a *****

craving the heat of naked flesh
races pulse, stimulation in sync

resistance is futile, ***** the rules
time to feel with no time to think

They say I speak your name too much
and I admit fantasies rules my thought
morning afternoon and
into the wee hours;
in the silence of the night,
your tone sought

if you are the sunshine
blanket me, I'm the sky
my soul seeks your light
outside of the darkness,
flying into flames, I fry

burning inside the rays
of impossibility's hell
bones fall to grey ash
as my soul I sell.

Tick...
chained to an aluminum pole
on the corner of nightmares
and broken daydreams,
salted weep rusts purple pillowcase
-eyelids swell sobbing

from hell's red pepper pavement
laughs echo and voices pierce the brain
like scorching fire bolts and
hot spasming muscles burn

Tock...
darkness circles tossing shadows
as mumbled whimpers bounce off
naked walls covered in chipped paint

~ body shakes  -  limbs wrench.
cold chills trail fiery sweats
triggering goosebumps to parade
down my spine and skin

ache puddles as
pictures storm my brain
in black and white blinks
flashing places  -not people
~ no smiling faces

...Tick-tock
hands round the clock face
every sweep ticks in stereo
marking body cramps-
trip off rooftop and
the building just stares

falling  - sleep grips too tight,
whisper goodbye and not goodnight
catch me
stop the clock-tower chimes
ringing 'ding **** the ***** is dead'
to the beat inside my foggy head.

Too painful to stand at attention
as he did back in the day
but this man, he's still a soldier
inside he's always that way

fought a lifetime for this country
chose a career we can never repay
I'm thankful for all he's given me
more than words can ever say

We're Blessed with various freedoms
all gifts, given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him
and his "Hero Within"

This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all and always will.

ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow

they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go

you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains

inject me with more