"hohokam" poems
Melt with me in dry rivers
against saguaro lined trails
until night slices in slivers;
fractals of sage and coyote tails
howl against saguaros and Hohokam trails
where a fingernailed eclipse
fractures an image of sage brushed tails
in a rhythmic tune stoked on melodious lips.
A fingernail moon splinters an arid eclipse
as stars and clay erode, fading to dust
circles in hummed tunes on July-desert lips.
Pink-purple fingers stretch across dusk
until the parched night crescendos in slivers
and melts away in me, filling beds and dry rivers
with the stars and burnt clay, eroding to dust
as pink-purple fingers strum out a song in the dusk.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 5:37 AM UTC
Sonoran Song
Melt with me in dry rivers
against saguaro lined trails
until night slices in slivers;
fractals of sage and coyote tails
howl against saguaros and Hohokam trails
where a fingernailed eclipse
fractures an image of sage brushed tails
in a rhythmic tune stoked on melodious lips.
A fingernail moon splinters an arid eclipse
as stars and clay erode, fading to dust
circles in hummed tunes on July-desert lips.
Pink-purple fingers stretch across dusk
until the parched night crescendos in slivers
and melts away in me, filling beds and dry rivers
with the stars and burnt clay, eroding to dust
as pink-purple fingers strum out a song in the dusk.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC