The precision is musical and lyrical
You write it and it falls into place
The craft and development can be instantaneous or time consuming
But then you get it right there is nothing quite like it
Heard it compared to an ****** but won't go there
Guess things keep giving differently
Being able to write and create
Nothing quite like it
The words find me and they sing their song
differently every single time until it clicks,
makes sense
That's when it becomes poetry
From this Poet's heart to yours

C@rainbowchaser2021

Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning, childhood
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find  
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.

To smile
To hug
To be grateful
To cry
To be angry
Sometimes you need to carefully explode
so you can carry through
Take your turn
and your time

C@rainbowchaser2021

the red glow of her cigarette.
the fingers of her left hand
yellow  with nicotine
clutching dying flowers

"buy a rose for your lover," she says,
"buy one for your wife. buy 2."

"the flowers are wilted."

"maybe it's your eyes that are wilted.

she had black hair
black as the night
the violent night
and gray eyes
the shade of ***** ice

"you must love
someone,
some of the time, no?
put a rose on
your father s grave, then."

"love is like lost pennies
falling from a broken jar."

she smooths her hair with one pale,
long, fingered hand, "you re crazy."

"my mom says so."

i was born to
have adventure

I followed her up the steps.

i was born to chase the night
through the forest
of dead roses.

Your wind is glorious
Your nearly blew over a ferry to Cape Cod and Nova Scotia
There is more to you than that
Your nights are sultry and velvety with starry blankets
Your lemony sun and turquoise make for great moments
Sunshine and lollipops
There is so much more to you than that
Beaches, vacations, reunions, weddings, and graduations
Milestones and memories
Your days are laid back and carefree
You are more than any other season
You give us a breather
Longer days
Rhymes are cleaner
Rhythms are crisper
Melodies are sharp
You are short and sweet but always remembered
Especially when we turn the clocks back in November

C@rainbowchaser2021