I could write
encryption
& who would understand
such hidden meanings?

Those dead dragonflies
littering a bamboo mat
& violent cracks appearing
on dangling crystals.
What of those ravens
sitting on elastic wires
bending in the wind,
cawing the sins
of their fathers.

And those proud faces,
those red-haird harpies
injecting salt,
singing long
into the night,
ballads of the brokenhearted.

I would write
encryption,
and who could understand
such hidden meanings?

Dark haird goddess,
wolf hunt siren smile,
blue blue blue,
eyes,
it's snowing,
in my plastic room,
dead world war 2 grandfather,
in my blue rocking chair,
she is leaving on a plane,
feabuary 6th,
i think i'll take the tamed highway,
a gold place,
silver pawn shop,
back to Texas,
in that green motel,
i'll look for that,
pawned birth stone bracelet.

Brown jacket, chase it up the rocks.
Afraid to slip on the moss and fly without wings down the side.
Or is it lichen?
There's the sea, or bay or ocean.
It's salty, that's certain from the taste of the air.
Back down the hill through wet trees.
Everything is wet.
It's misting ice.
And radiating grey.
Chase the jacket, don't get lost.
Chase the
Wet haird and feeling wild, thoughts are finally scattered
and it feels like we're alive.