Autumns crisp veneer is never right,
duffle coats and borrowed scarves
cost fashion.
But less self consciousness
and inner glare will
release the light.
And let those leafs serenade
a russet honeycombe
of dark sherry and candlelight
in a whisper.

Beulah gave out
Blossoms this spring
As big as sunflower heads.
They entwined the branches
Like the ribbon enclosing an expectant shower gift.
It's fragrance was the extract
Of an unbottled aroma
That is the Magnolia tree.
I rooted her in the yard
Four years ago.
She is iridescent for a brief time
Past mid Spring.
She has many Springs to go
Above the green growth below;
Many seasons beneth
The blue Summer skies above;
During the Autums ahead,
When I am dead,
And colder than Winter snows
Below her;
She will be there.
Rooted with care.

How cold now Autumn has arrived who’s stare is still and full of lies
Who’s smile is hollow and masks his face which once was full of love
and grace .
Now Autumns chill has taken his frown and some sad clowns turned it upside down .
Now in his dreams he won’t awake and if he does his life might take.?
There’s nothing left but open doors and rooms so familiar yet never
seen before .
That house when you were a child seemed so small ,
now you walk in corridors never seen before .
Coffee cups biscuits and cake all sat around tables and chairs .Napkins  folded with scowls and grins and awful things .

With acid frowns we stand around and hope one day like NorseViking gods  sail to greener shores and plunder gold behind bolted doors .
As if Mercury has an iron core and either side hides love and war ?
As if water flowed from either side and my heart could draw from
evening tide their echoes live ever on .
And God in his splendid rise banish all these godless lies ,
and i might dream of love again.
Recite Byron , Poe and Keats  to all my friends ,
in gardens with band stands ,
and tea served out of China pots into china cups and saucers .



  So to the one who keeps my heart in a locket on her breast ,
her words I sing when the black ravens call ,
and holds my heart in jest . .
and Autums leaves must they fall it is love that binds them all .

In the backyard near the mosses
electric blue wrens
The blackbird singing away
A myriad of stars
In this sky with subtle humour
Tingling away with mischief
Changing hue every now and then
Sun toughened lovers
Walking hand in hand
Fade away into the darkness
Collapse in the middle of nowhere
Lost
With their voices echoing
from under cedar covers
Waves dancing under the crimson sky
Transformations hiding its alibi
They're floating on the blue vitriol
Of early February
Northwest autums turns to winter
The snowflakes melt in the presence of the heat
I'm still finding the chameleon
And the lovers who disappeared last night
I'm still lost in the shades of blue
An electric energy reaches out to paradise.

In the backyard near the mosses, electric blue wrens.
The blackbird singing away.
A myriad of stars in this sky with subtle humour
Tingling away with mischief, Changing hue every now and then.
Sun toughened lovers, Walking hand in hand
Fade away into the darkness
Collapse in the middle of nowhere.
Lost, With their voices echoing
from under cedar covers.
Waves dancing under the crimson sky.
Transformations hiding its alibi
They're floating on the blue vitriol of early February
Northwest autums turns to winter
The snowflakes melt in the presence of the heat.
I'm still finding the chameleon,
And the lovers who disappeared last night.
I'm still lost in the shades of blue
An electric energy reaches out to paradise.
My thoughts circling around, Rings of ancient wisdom.
Motionless, With my feet touching the ocean floor
And my eyes remain beneath the pall.
Watching the vultures , With my fingers numb
And the smile on my face, As steady as the thunder
And rain pouring down
And my heart lost
Lying somewhere, Along with the ashes of the dead bird
Singing away, In a place
Where I'm yet to be born.

Body
NoT funny-

See, this poem will be CHAOS;

Sliding along in front of my
eyes
a shiny cabinet of dusty and non dusty Polaroids
like you used to Show me
like your photo art and huge light
in the cellar

move me now
they do

the cabinet opend and my veins fill with the blood of my
childhood
pulse paces up
mum calls from upstairs to stop reading practice and come up
Food gonna get cold

next slide
pacing through the cold autumn forest and behind me a huge
deer
but I am not scared because we know him
we seen him many many times before in autums here in the wild park

cklick
you in your motorbike Fashion and helmet that used to scare me
make me cry because I cannot see your face
and the other Polaroid where you wear the full gear in front of
your motorbike

click
Flash - Flash - Flash
move you up the bed
up
up
I help you; you cannot do it anymore, not always
says mum, not a good day, she saiys
she lying?

click
you and me and my childhood friend in the local Swimming pool
and you unashamed bottom turned to everyone
pulling up your Swimming Pants

click
Flash-flash
you turn and Keep turning
not seeming to know where your room is
your room and your bed and thus the place you spend
most of your days and hours now

crack
goes my heart
crack

the next Polaroid is one
where I did not exist yet

where you and mum slide down the map of
Southern France, maybe Provence, in your White Reno? Or Alfa Romeo? Or any other
car you had back then.

And now;
crack - crack - crack
goes my heart
and yours and maybe our family's heart

But I will Keep you in
and I will hold you up and if I ******* have to pull off
your shoes again then I might as well, dear, I might as well
do it.

I was born broken
Yearned for a fix
Through years I went looking
Untill our first kiss

I know now
Not everything broken is bad
And I took a vow
Never again to be sad

And summers sprang
Autums dove
Winters bleaked
Untill Spring,
Another season leapt

With your hand in mine
I walked through it all
A smile revealing your teeth
Stitched my soul
And stirred me underneath

Scars turned into marks
Starting the journey
Of what essentially
Was a question
You answered unwillingly

Cause you liked me like this

leaves are turning brown autums on the way

sky has lost it blue now it turns to grey

temprature is changing grass begins to brown

leaves they cover pavements as there falling down.



tree are standing bare no leaves to be found

leaves that they once carried now lying on the ground

creating autumn scenes mother natures way
such a lovely picture on an autumn day





such a lovely picture a lovely time of year

pictures we all love when ever autumns here

leaves are turning brown autums on the way

sky has lost it blue now it turns to grey

temprature is changing grass begins to brown

leaves they cover pavements as there falling down.



tree are standing bare no leaves to be found

leaves that they once carried now lying on the ground

creating autumn scenes mother natures way
such a lovely picture on an autumn day