Why do you fear the stars? They ask
Spiraling, I drink back the painful task
Of opening my soul to unscramble the poisonous puzzle
Daybreak to dusk, unraveling words that were a muffle

The thought of the stars tugs sentences out of my mouth like taut thread
I’m sleeping in the dark, in a stone cold bed
A magician out of practice, on impulse you dealt the cards
Your shadows haunt me, I’ve been jilted, I’m jarred

When an impostor spills His indigo ink all over the hazy canvas sky,
Two contrasting stars appear and ring out my tears whilst I cry
Unjust, unrequited- two stars, one far brighter, close but worlds apart
Daylight robbery, your basket my was my body and you left with my heart

Stars- a lover looms over me, I crave integrity, still under your spell
Consider it, but make not the home we have a hotel
Night is washing away into the day, we’re fading away
Secret suborn victim, my premonitions were no dismay

Maybe the stars meeting was a mistake, for the dimmest star dreams when it is awake
The brightest could solve many puzzles except the ones in her head, a lesson learned too late
I fear the stars because I know you’re under them too
A turned leaf, a shattered soul from red to

were it easy, we would be so lucky
but, alas instead, here we're found
where our ground is scaffold
its tarrish glue fractured
the brown boards we walk, cracked
the whole thing creaking under its own weight
poised for collapse

Would you help those
who help themselves
or call them selfish?

Life is a long road
Full of metaphors
Full of humor
Life is a long run

I haven't had got the shoes
So, I put myself in someone's skin
They say, the days move by
But, the nights die with the sword

I remember a man hanging
From the crescent moon
With his eyes on the stars
And heart on the lonely earth
Having only his loneliness

Which he couldn't contain
So he shared it
With the world
In the form of love

our land of the free
mason dixon
lines of *******
cowboys and aliens
crossing the southern border
lands streaming on twitch
live and coming to you from the L.A.
end times
with your host
the ghost of this debt's
gotta come due sometime,
sunshine,
if that don't **** us
first come, first serve

From the eleventh floor
the world looks small
and possible

The cars
     black and white
     parked perpendicular
          to the curb
     parallel
          to each other
are keys
     ebony and ivory
    
I reach out
through the window
and play the street like a piano

Wild dogs of the veldt
stocking shelves in aisle three
     stalking gazelles
with me in supermarkets
     in Savannah
Predatory packs of discount snacks
Toto on the radio
but Georgia always on my mind
Yes, ma'am, I will gladly help you find
     the best watering hole
     this side of my primitive soul
But, pray, don't leave me in the morningtime
before I've got the chance to find
a ride home

Wineglass

An hour to midnight
     low lit lights
     gentle undertones

    stained clouds of moisture
in a glass of wine
as thick
         as ripe layers of fog.

hums of symphonies,
          swells of low pitched voices,
              crescendos of conversation.

     murmurs, whispers of fine China
      and the newest editions of
       oil paintings from Italy

                                      Midnight at the gallery

Once
clear glass, stained with
lipstick and breath --
     Laughter, light and
     undertones of ripe berry
lingered on the tip of glass.  

eyes wandering
over canvases of
lavish art
While stained clouds
of  moisture

are as thick as
ripe layers of fog.