Train tracks
long abandoned
birds chirp
history recants
old stories
hidden in meadows
facades rain washed
I hear only my shadow
hugging me
lurking in the dusk
a ghost
with gleaming sword
I tremble in the cold
he, who does not exist

wants me

silence
late
very
late

streetlamps
nothing is awake
silent
moons light

I want to talk
to the past
or a lover
no one


is here

I walk in museums
I see all the pretty pictures
hanging like dead dolls
contemplation
on many faces
sadness within the walls
in a wheelchair
over there
he cant even stare
but he sees me I know
I smile
the painting was hidden
not framed
yet still within these halls

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
or Jack will meet
a ******* *****

Jack be dumb
Jack be slow
Jack the racist
where a bullet should go

Poison ivy
makes haters itch
let them scream
from the spells of a witch

Dorthy fooled
Laura is sick
TinMan has tantrums
his anger is quick

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I am no liberal
you redneck hick

Allah joined the circus
Jesus was a magician
of miraculous bounds
Houdini too
entertained
all of them
from way back in the day
a collection of molecules
conceived of mans seed
***** shooting its passion
in total darkness
of the apple
Aysha kissed Steve's job
the center bleeds arsenic
from illusions
atom became Adam
pure electricity
positive and negative
long before man
or religion
good and evil
created life
destiny's battles
marches onward

splashes me his smile
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes

        vaguely

I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one

compressed
agony

Vineyards in the Valley of Becaa
Silence mounted the Seeker
Backdoor Trojan horses to depravity
Sulking men jealous of Jesus

Men will be...
Men will be with men
Toes will point to the two headed snake
Gomorrah opens its cavity to Keefers

The nymphs dance alone
On clouds of deception
Tasting the sweet nectar of their poisons
Tongues lashing in ****** fashion

Brandy flows between the crevice of the valley
Sensual lies as they lick up their own evil juices
Becaa caresses the ***** of Sabine
***** of all truth and wisdom

Brandy tickles the region where his
testaments should have been
Nymphs in the heat of *****'s glory
Wrinkled ******* dried in desert sun

Roman soldiers chase, cowards run

I screamed
                                               rounded up
             never to be seen again
                         until tears became old
crippled ballet

Simplicity beholds such beauty
the cold winds
wrapping us in shivering hugs
Iceland
you do not need to be a detective
to know my love for you
the polar vortex
colorful northern lights
illuminates
   intricacies buried deep

Your smile makes my heart glow
Data agrees
silly giggles in icy air
along with a soft meow
in the background
of silence
    nipping at happiness

While some sleep
the fairies dance
delicate wings holding
pink and purple paint brushes
stroke by delicate stroke
a canvas of beauty they enhance
flickers of pastels spray all over
falling on broken dreams
or abandoned silver paths

oh but if you saw the fairies smiles
sadness would cease to be
they only wish happiness
to befall on people like you and me