The robins are nestled in the nest
The leaves stop breathing
And the limbs droop and rest
This the night at its best
There's a queer silent playing in my head
An atmospheric pressure instead
No real thoughts I can conjure up
And no catchy words to spread
If I was to awaken you from your drooling slumber
Would you answer or ignore the number
And after all the *** words that spew from you mouth are spent
In the morn you'll think it's a dream
remembered.

.

A daffodil sang
love songs

to a lonely butterfly

as we shared a kiss
among the tulips

while listening

O , the weight of thy recompense
In battle with brawny hardwoods ,
sovereign of twilight seas , invoking
ghost in the house of love , the mercy
of Old World Gods from resplendent kingdoms
Lantern of the midnight harvest
Celestial , storied , jaundice provider* ....

Sunlit , steaming , cracked parking lots in between Friday rains , dumpster drains form acrid , putrid pools , rank reminders carried into open windowed non air condition dwellings , children play in sprinkling rain for relief , city trolleys crash watery asphalt depressions ,
homeless shelter neath the awnings of boarded storefronts , cyclone fence -barbed
wire runs in every direction , emergency vehicles , taxis , suburbanites head for
their destinations
Men light one cigarette with another
Women repass with their neighbors from front porches
A forgotten district filled with quiet desperation* ....

I still don't
understand it

how you have created
such beautiful chaos
in my heart

you have turned
my world
upside down
  
you have made
stars into
song
the sun shines
it's poetry
upon my face;
even the moon
can't explain its
gravity

how can I
possibly make
any sense
of anything
when i feel
love like
that

so ****** doomed, destiny defeated
we need what we please, not what is needed
searched for something new and never succeeded
we even said please and begged and pleaded

there can't be no doomsday deleted
we cheat each other, it's we who are cheated
more reckless reasoning is repeated
can't stop the cycle, nearly completed

Scoop up water
From puddled rain

Moon peeps over
Left shoulder-

Reflected-

No drink

Moon and water
Filter through fingers

Leaving only grit

I thought my words
could change your mind,
And I hoped the end
you wouldn't find,
I hoped you'd be able to
put down your gun,

And so I punched myself
in the gut
a couple hundred times,
to block the backdoor
to your finish line,
to stitch every scattered piece
together in time,
but I couldn't quite fill the gap
of a lie in your "I'm fine"
We're so very far from fine.

Now do me a favour,
and quit the suspense,
Do me a favour,
listen to me when I say:
the night is black but
look hard enough
you'll see the sky is grey;
you're not meant to go away,
You've so many reasons to stay.

My voice is tired of repeating itself
over and over again,
monologues are only meant to stay
inside one's head,
and I'm too terrified
to stay another night,
all I can say is "hold on tight,"
all I can say is "hold on tight."