My thoughts whip up like egg white
into a frothy foam.
Unbridled by my sleeping mind
away from me they roam.

They gallop ‘cross my vision,
and frolic ‘round my head.
A restful night I will not have
until I’m good and dead.

In bottle green water
the sky glances demurely at her reflection,
the great expanse of her complexion  
freckled with her feathered children
cooing their boundless admiration,
as she beckons them further into her loving embrace.

The earth reaches out tall pines,
straining to touch the sky’s sweet face,
and the sky kisses each bough,
Blessing each roost, that when she rest,
the earth might welcome her children with tenderness
To sleep cradled in her many arms.

Smeared across a highway,
organs glitter like rubies
ripped from a young bride's riviere.

a mourner dressed in the black plumage of grief
Keeps vigil in silence.
With his beak, he carves out last rights into flesh.
The pallbearer of countless souls
snuffed out on an asphalt ashtray.

Wrinkled head bent low,
he walks with the shuffle of a tired custodian,
as others rush past offering weak condolences
with the throaty warning of a horn,
at some somber procession
that dare interfere with more important lives.

Around him, Cars spew profanity from bubbling engines,
as they hurtle irreverently
through a slaughterhouse Crafted from indifference.
The serrated edges of busy lives
cutting through meat and bone.

Cruel hands that deftly torture,

rest carefully on a lover’s waist.

Tenderly, they follow her hips

as she sways to soft music and smiles

with lips that spit and scream,

but, at a moments notice can sing

a sugar sweet ballad to put the sun to sleep.