Newborn lungs of lush green pasture
All the pain
Birds of prey; laughter
Little song torrential rain
handful

Of horses mane
Impossibly tamed
*******

Melodies
As wasps they sting
Remember?

The music plays
In dripping caves
Forever

Insecure
I'd shut my mouth
Then I could kiss
And watch you breathe
As golden seas
Endeavor

Wasting
Expensive rush
Tap your watch
Smile


A king of rats
A rat of kings
Jester
Hear me play
In this way
Wonder

Home at last
Cut down the mast
For fire

This moonlight beach
No man may reach
This sky of blue
It tastes of you
But sadder

I like it when sudden rains break my plans.
I can turn my bike around to where I'd rather be.
I like it when my plans, woven in reluctant compulsions,
outweigh themselves from absorbing all the liquid intent.
I like it when hollow expectations, culprits of my plans,
overflow due to complacent nature of futility.

My plans, an accidental pregnancy, have much to gall
And I like it for they no longer stand tall.

Deep down Sand Man shakes
my mighty mind, controlled,
~
that phantom dance moves, takes
my shivered spine, ahold.

Skitters sweetly- with a kiss -
ethereal to my sullen-soul,
~
that phantom dance, oh the bliss;
my hopeful heart- it stole

Silver-tongued sun arose my eyes,
burdened body- cold as stone;
~
that phantom dance, oh the lies:
lost lover dreams atone.