Have you seen us for what we are -
dusty emblems of something greater,
just remember a water diviner chased a ghost river
seeing  hope for some lost vista.
Ashen pale we have since become
who've only known forgotten whispers,
rued through thickets conjured
from our minds eye, 
falling amongst the sirens, bells and whistles.
The actual dissolvent  is shying,
recalling that rod that beat the back of yonder,
to the merest glimpse  where it had gone wrong

her.
        eyeless enigma.

she chasing another listener.

another one tied to fraility
   trying to face the lid-less night,

constellations swarming with his
     questions.

she.

      kindred tornado.

inspiration's explosive alleyway.

she has left me for another.

  left me here.

    sullen, chiseled out,
a hidden sculpture leaking blood.

stuffed in silk,    since the last time  

             she was here.

    where does she hide or linger?

her ghost words waiting in a unseen library waiting for my thoughts to scroll through endless imagination.

muse of the stabbing spruce.

blinking in and out.

I am dejected out into ghost town rain, not even an insect to look at.

she is gone.

my eyes void of color, claws shred the page, she left me, dulled with hangdog drift.

where is she?

shadowing a hitman?

running wild through the next Picasso ear?

how does she imagine me?

  a conflicted whisper outcasted in rain.

where. where. where did she go?

swishing leaves up into the miracle blue air with another.

towering perceptive ideas into the fingers of grace,

flowing down the anxious page smashing mediocre left and right.

**** her. bless her.

she.  

    a butterfly threading golden silk.

her mystery bonding with the population of every Galaxy.

I was rested when she left.

when she returns

  she will not recognize me.

my frazzled hair.  my hotmess trainwreck. my burned up furniture smoldering into the carpet.

Me.

on a rooftop  scrubbing through starlight like my skylight of dreams.

if I wait with patience of Job.

will she sunrise burst me

in fountain light

falling through me

like that lover who exists in the 5th dimension.

rocking my world with pure fire thunder.

Tell your secret to the nourished grass,
And your secret will be swept away by the wind.
Tell your secret to your bed-frame of rusting brass,
And let the polish cover up the secret, hidden.
Tell your secret to the flame of candlelight,
And the flame will die down before telling.
Tell your secret to the moonlit night,
And dawn will come before night can begin singing.
Tell your secret to an autumn flower,
And let it be crippled by the winter frost.
Tell your secret to the running water in your shower,
And let it spill down the drain with your secret, lost.
Tell your secret to the purest snow,
And by spring,  your secret will melt away into the well.
Tell your secret and let the  fireflies know,
And your secret can’t be retold; there is no one else to tell.

Perhaps,
If i am not scared to admit it,
If i am not a coward as i am now,
If i am not as stupid as i was then,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
We could be each other's world

Your thread runs through my living.
Your breath fans over my life.
Your associations and devotions
Catch me unaware
when the world
is still.
When  most thoughts of you
have faded
And I can call my heart
my own,
You take a turn around my mind,
And squeeze it in remembrance.
Wringing out the tears within
Draining the resolve
to move on
Pass
All that was,
All that is,
All that will be,
Past.
But your thread runs through my living,
So, for that, you are forgiven.

I sleep hoping to find that when I wake this is a dream,
That my veins are seams to some other human being.
That one day my words won’t cling to my teeth,
And my tongue won’t be a platform for broken speech.

Let this skin not be a larva bound to grow from ****,
But to form into a pupa of beautiful metamorphosis;
I want to shed from a cocoon and emerge a butterfly
And for once be held in the beholder’s elusive eye.

Strip from me this visage, this form, this sin;
All the ugliness that penetrates my surface, and writhes within.
Purge me from my own skewed expectations,
And I shall be renewed, a fetus cleansed- born again.

-SLuR

I hit the crosswalk
And I know how you feel.
Your overcoat is trembling,
But your lips are steel.

But sooner or later, you will come around.
And I will find your favor as you're falling down.

I hide in your sweatshirt
With my knees drawn in tight.
I sit in the corner
With the company of moonlight.

You say you walk the road less traveled- how does that make you feel?
But with your words like gravel, how can I finally heal?