Springtime for Fascism

those letters that form words
are cold,
frozen when they fill paper
or are spoken
with spittle and bitter sentences,
then are stiffly fold’d,
carried in pockets.
but when unfold’d and open’d
they shatter,
scatter,
melting on barren ground
nurturing
waiting angry weeds to flower
when Spring arrives.
~~~
such sweet flowers these
weeds bring forth.
their yellows, reds,
and orangish-blues
deceive us
with brightness
and poison’d hues
that turn a serene landscape
into chaotic violence,
sticky non-sense
and self deception.
cause it’s easier to fantasy escape
than act on real solutions.
~~~
but then america was
never great
and too many swoon illusion’d love
for those poisonous weeds
while bending over to show a moon
hoping not to get ****’d.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 7.21.16
note: the title of this poem is  
from the title of a play (Springtime for ******)
within the Broadway theatrical production, as well
as the movie called “The Producers”.

About You - Something**

How often do you feel
motion in the air
when every thing is standing still?

Sweet words spoken;
hummingbird whispers to a flower;
and music is heard
when there is no sound.
And it’s you.
Around you    something
invokes a smile.

Perhaps it is a song beginning
some mystic magic mojo
that has wandered into sight,
and is plucking and *******
guitar strings in a Western direction.

The vinyl spins its appeal,
heard riding an old blue truck,
windows down,
long hair abandons the wind
and you sing
those oldies everyone knows today.

But, there is more;
a deeper resonance and spark.
About you,
there is just
Something!

And it is delightful.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.29.16

Hotel Dali-esque**

I watched silently
as low fog rolled in
and the Dali-esque strangeness began.
Sitting on the lawn table
an iguana carcass,
with an apple in its mouth
and liqueur on its breath,
started singing to me.
Lavender guitar riffs wailed
as goldfish did a hoopla type dance
calling my bluff.
(I tried to pull an inside straight)
Losing my shirt
in this surreal game,
I got up to go.
That’s when I heard your voice,
“you can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave!”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.26.16
(NOTE: written for a 10W challenge:
lavender, low, fog, bluff, apple, iguana,
carcass, liqueur, goldfish, hoopla)

Coffee??**

it was EMINENT to me
the RAIN made her look SCRAWNY
in that NONCHALANT colored sweater.
though a left over PINCH of her PERFUME
made for a TASTY, if RECKLESS,
desire to stare at her endlessly.
and while only a MINOR affection,
I was still puzzled
when she stopped, turned and
asked, “care to join me for coffee”?

redzone 5.20.16
For a 10 word challenge, words: eminent, rain,
scrawny, nonchalant, pinch, reckless, tasty, minor,
puzzled, perfume.