ive come into this habit
that late at night
i take my hands off the wheel
and raise them to the roof

teasing jesus to take the wheel
he hasn't yet of course
and I don't expect he ever will

i think he knows i like it

She was well known
Everyone had heard of her
All over the world
Her works were second to none
No other artist could top her
The definition of her pieces
The colors and detail
The choices she made in expression
She was truly the best
She had been around forever
Perhaps since the beginning
Her works were priceless
They were all unique
She was able to touch everything
And everyone
Mother Earth

Intwined in sweat soaked
fev’rish delusion
A rav’nous serpent
coiling illusion
An ouroboros
slurps its slith’ring self
The prism lies fissured
’neath a cracked ice shelf
where flaws like veins branch
blood of dark gods flow
a heaven lost in smoke
nothing good here grows
Atlas underground
sinews straining stiff
auguries of beasts ablaze -
Spare a pity for what if

October  attached itself to my window.
Dahlias breezed like a thief in the night.
Happy to share in Autumn's  raise.
Farsides I wish well myself.
There is a rusty red, ginger aroma.
Silver needles shedding from the hide.
Autumn's sun sunk in fallowed fields.
Daydream in a lost October
We were happy to share in its murmur,
to tailgate the night.

sound asleep in the night, your breathing has become my lullaby. the gravel timbre of an old guitar, the crinkle of a turned page in a well-worn book. you are the sound of an endless field of lavender, the very cusp of a summer equinox. softly, softly, softly, I can close my eyes and drift into you.