Abuzz with profanities.
There were gene faults in your
conversation; when the
ice cap was melting.

It should not have happened. The
sea was creeping in my veins.
I will hold back the floods
with my weak hands and strong roots.

The shifting sands and deep
flaws in melanoma distribution,
makes you caste away. The ultimate
lullaby will find death at the door.

Let me commute my frequency
into zero. The worst was yet to
come. I will have no fingers left to
lift your name.

Outside my door a cawing crow
of blackened wings and indigo
delivered by night's shivering storm.
The wind and winter's howling call,
scattered nests and down the feather falls.
Crack of limbs, cold and bare branched
mesquite leaves and needles spiral to the ground.
In a swooping field he flies into the tallest pines
deep and slow, the trees creak
wild in cello tones.

summer grass folded
like faded paper
under the heavy frost

your cat sitting
at the window
watching the winter birds

cold water
brushes
the back of my hand

slowly like
a thought turning
it begins to rain

This is who we are,
wilted,
hurt,
We are all in a rough mental state
like roses in which are dying,
we are the last picked,
who wants a scarred girl and a wilted flower

If I could invert myself and travel into the blue
T'would be a magical thing to do
Grab a cloudy pillow to rest my weary head
Find the crescent moon to make my bed
Ride an asteroid on a voyage through the Milky Way
Approach the Little Dipper via galactic train
Hang my hat on a star , catch a comet with a jar
Stair step Orion's belt , stop for angel cake cooling
on Andromeda's shelf* ...

Oh With Her
Oh she is my
Love loving her
Is truly perfect
Smiling dancing
Together in perfect
Happiness in perfect
Harmony with
The my only love
Oh sweetheart I’m
Always truly in love
With you

The light leaking in from the stars whisper midnight
Only a flickering candle keeps time
Where but a dim lit room would suffice?
Muttering dreams to an empty white page.

The kind flame descends; with your spirit in hand,
you paint the image of a life to come
But the world seems to change so fast
Your hesitant brush can't keep up.

So you search in the shadows for a constant in time
And your eyes become fixed on a vase
Dehydrated flowers weaving fingers together
Like a garden of youth to suffuse empty space.

once sane twice bitten
leaves never fall far from the tree
I sit and await