I burnt out my head
on the asphalt jungle,
doctor recommended
rest and relaxation
and these little blue pills,
now I'm living in the burbs,
on a cul-de-sac of ritalin rainbows
& my neighbors are druggie unicorns

Half past intermittent lunacy,

  quarter to expectations in

restoration's consciousness &

   brain filtered hullabaloo,

catching flies whilst passing time

   it's all set in  enigmatic mindset,

take a pill to swallow the moon

    or sun yourself on a deserted isle

hardly matters the schemed schematics,

   makes not one bit of difference

               to the ravenous cuckoo clock

She's like deliquescent caramel,

the cool side of a pillow

        to lay your weary head,

subtleties of springtime &

          warmth in wintertide,

whispering hope upon lush  

        Zephyrus pipe dreams,  

    mellifluous nymph with wings

                 of a butterfly warrior,

softly determined,

    unfailingly true-hearted,

       whilst relentlessly ferocious

  Wise, yet sometimes struts

        blindly in the light,

       as dulcet tones of a cello's

           melodious marmalade

            in sentiment's tender fancy,

she's beauty, charm,

         knowledge, poetry,

               utter strength,

               & humane weaknesses,

she's twisted and ethereal,

           her aura sublimely captivating

     you may covet her body,

            you'll never possess her soul

death of a poet,
in retrospect
it starts out
ever so gradually,
ink dries up
without warning,
and veins purged
of blood, are now empty
chambers of depleted poetry

I know the contours of your face,

    time molded it like clay

      depreciated by blue moons,

your eyes are still deep pools

   of history's mysteries and grace,

lived a thousand deaths,

    exhaled many more intentions  

years have deemed you wise,

  yet, you never falter to inquire

       universal burning notions,

   exactly why your infectious smile  

        appears younger than

               springtime baby's breath

Pondering on diffused starlight,
  dandelions caught rapid fire
     when a glimpse of wishes
       went up in smoky embers,
hence the skies opened up
   as it rained crystal clarity,
neath each cloud burst
  a message of compunction
      for the earth was uneasy,
  that no one cared enough
    to take good care of its bounty
       and the wonders that be,
    as puddling imperfections
          of liquefied vigilance
     within teardrops of deliverance,
            cleansed its wounds once again**

                           *in yet another chance