Remembering beggar lice attached -
to red jeans
The brown corduroy coat wrapped
around a curious , thoughtful teen
A scarf of blue wool
Smoke rings headed to the moon* ...

Bring the blackness into this tiny house
Coat the walls like paint
Stir it round and round
**** lights reflection , dampen all -
of creation
Drown the confusion within-
my mind , bring unwanted voices -
to a screeching grind
Smother this room in darkness
Drown those that would intimidate ,
torture and offend
Mute their screams , shadow the seedlings -
of satanic ambiguity
Overwhelm charlatans that seek the light
Crown the weak in the protection -
of night* ...

If this 'place' on my face proves to be 'terminal' it would be the first time I could actually witness who or what was killing me as opposed to having to wonder endlessly* ...

Distant flames are the sienna mane of Marney
The auburn tresses of winter steeds
Breath exposed in December breezes ,
ground quaking in thunderous charges ,
hoofed impressions in rain soaked , neglected
gardens ..
Whinnies in harmony with dancing hardwood ,
with rustling grasses , with a pastured expanse
that drones in twilights advance* ...

When the Georgia Bulldogs win my overall mood
is lighter , the afternoon sun shines brighter
New stars appear in the night sky
The smile on my face won't go away -
no matter how hard I try* ..

On Saturday's the occasional car will
sound for miles , echoing through colorful
dales and cattle trails
Days with occasional howling coyotes , snorting , rut frenzied bucks
Wind chime maples and vintage pickup trucks
Whining chainsaws and sputtering tractors
Farm bells and blackbird laughter
Rustling leaves neath a four o'clock moon
Fluttering quail and songbird tunes* ...

I scoffed at ghost stories
Greeted death's very door with a scowl*     
I never knew 'bone chilling fear' till the night I heard a bobcat howl...