A blank naked book
         for writing?!
         It must be mine
My mother, other sister
        in the back of my mind
        begged me to scribe
        so i will till I BLEED
This tabla raza she cried
        you will fill with our words
Even though you will realize
        they are surely yrs
Bury the tablet deep in yourself
    it might hurt a lot
    BUT TO RAISE A NEW HEAVEN
        one must built it from rot
So shove it deep into
   the hell of your pocket
Heaven above must surely spot it
Don't fear my dear
Loose yourself in the toys
play soothing piano for the boisterous boys
grab the gems the unwanted daughters
     they don't need anything
         but forceful fathers
THE SHIRT THE SHIRTS!
  blinding brilliant colors
Above all these distractions the doors a little farther
Butterflys to the feet
       to soften
            yr
          step
but remember to run if they quicken their step!
WE WILL SEE WHO RUNS OUT OF BREATH

treetops pass their

basket--

light to the nodose

pit of round.

pillared trunks

sprouting into one

another.

come maximums of

height.

contoured chione

apto pnuema...

hand off touches of

wind to the ground.

against dilapidated walls

a pnuema's frayed slither

undoes skin a blush dead.

moistening motions of

maggots gleaming darkly--

bathed by airless confines

overspilling between an

untamable essence.

Aestival

bright are January's skies
robust light poured
into antipodeal
atmospheres
azure blue
interspersed
occasionally
by slow moving
cotton ball cumulus
feeding into endless
cerulean horizons

the effulgent outer world
blows
into my inner pnuema
and heat rushes in
melting to puddles of wanting
my intended precept
of cool headedness

the fires of missing you
so blazingly perfervid
they strike envy
into Olympus Mons
molten heart
scorching every
living thing in vengeance

I am mapped internally
pointered
by embered markers
in all the hues of longing
which bleed in through
fevered *****

like a forest scorched
laid to barren hot dust
by racing bushfires
time hangs in the heat haze
begging for the quench
only found in your kiss
to soothe these
internal infernos

my eyes ache
through the dusty
miraged heat
straining
to fix you
in my sightlines

only then
will these raging fires
be subdued

J.C.

This is inspired by, and a direct 'bounce off' one of Crows poems here, 'Hibernal' (link below) that I absolutely loved.  Thank you Crow, for letting me take the liberty, of using yoir poem 'Hibernal' as a jumping off point for this one


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3686581/hibernal/