sure my mind is a jigsaw puzzle what it says when heaven knows I fill in all gaps where the rivers flow and that you do know shall post some more guffaws all will love all my flaws then go rolling on the floor what do they say rfoll etc or lol be it so be it happy shall compose more as i get out of thei going and coming like one does on a see saw or sea shore and soon I will compose myself as before what a poetic wow

rivers of leaves
falling like snow
their shadows like notes
on the promenade
rails

the surf
captured
in its race
towards the north

islands of clouds
subdued
Gitane and Chanel

seasons of the sea
cascading
like brilliant jewels
insoluble
in heartsong

vibrant and headstrong

She walked the world in servile frocks
and slept on cottage floors,
beneath the sun and bonnet rims
behind the hovel doors she slept
but oh, she must have dreamed.

She must have lived another life
beyond the rags and blazing hearth
She must have loved with loves
she never dared to look
right in the eye.

She dreamed of ghosts,
she wrote of them
and now, like them she roams
from mind to mind,
and places dark and lonely as her grave.

Where Eagles Fly

I am an eagle flying
elliptical
taken by the wind
in a dance of one
fading into forgetfulness
with the setting sun

hunger took the first step

this fast had to be broken,

a chicken burger, fries

and a coke my order

leaning on a plastic table

I wait and watch

a woman two tables over

tries to coddle an angry child

her temper harnessed

still throbs at her temple

sitting at the counter

an old gent reads his ipad

lifting his head to watch

the unfolding drama

at the next table

a young rebel knows it all

chewing his pen starving

Flat room, tiny walls
intricate design.

Folded over
closing in.

Sculpted by a life
we actualize.

Rigid shapes
defined by creases.

Little boxes
so confining.

Breath by breath
oxygen sparse.

Suffocated by
our choices.

wealths spilling through the lawn glades forgotten
the timer weavers shower

a carcass of emotion baths in a televisions ether
like the broken second floor lamp
the open question
extolled
pressed light
in answer

between the empty mirror
and the safety switch

valladium
rosewood
intimacy

It's quiet now,
Warm and still,
The orange glow of streetlight
fogged by lingering firework smoke,
the smell of gunpowder and forest
mixed with fertile earth and night.

A small form humps
low across the road
as I slow down
to turn into my driveway;
A raccoon in search
of food and safety
when the sun comes up
hours from now.

Consuming each moment
every plan, every thought.
Nothing else can exist
with this love bug I've caught.

Every word and every prayer,
each due to you.
Never felt a feeling heavier
until your love fogged my view.

You're a disease I enjoy,
a drug I can't quit.
Taking over my body,
my soul, and my wit.

The rain pummeling droplets
And the drains guzzling down

The rumble darkened distance
From the quiet of the town

It stings in sheets the tin house roof
And yellow lamp lit soaking streets

And whittles at the window while
A rain drowned heart drum beats

Precipitation: all it is, and falls
From blackened heavens grasp

To walk bare headed in the land
Then strain once more and skyward gasp

And words, let tumble, rattling home
with language falling at your door