So, sagas will often continue
curious momentum has been known to do,
Fred's wrists were so swollen,
he was tied up and stolen,
by the "anti-lawn jockey" crew.

Well, Freds' concern ever broadened
courtesy his serendipitious trend,
with no possible way,
tied up Fred could get away,
he was in dire need of a friend.

I gazed, into her listless eyes
and saw the vacant haunting stare
the lilting echo of her cries
reverberates, though she's not there

I strained, to catch a fading glance
amidst the fogginess and haze
in hopes that faith maintained a chance
if only it could catch, her gaze

some friday mornings
i feel like a poet
watching city rats emerge
from their blood shot eyes,
the chrome fume nights

and the decent people
going to work are
pretending not to see

dressed in glass stockings
with whore blurred lips

i too want to disappear
into my cave, slink like
lounge lizards,
to sleep off the
woes
that wash over
other people
like holy water

to call and ask
if we can watch the eagle
fly across saturday's
windy air-dried sheets

Mono-cultured, molded hard
by centuries of God and Science
to fit all narrow views
of harsh judgemental rule
and smug sureties
of so-called facts,
we move through life
as sightless as smooth worms
through blinding earth
or blackest ocean,
segmented lives
squirmed lightless underneath
impossible twin depths
of scientific fact
and doctrinal belief.

swirling eyes
closed inside closets
the black
seeps into my blood
as your voice
weaves stories
outside of a star's warmth

pulling heart
I sweep
sleep
from the sun,
cover myself in silence
waiting
waiting
as if floating
outside of body realms

a click of light
in the dark,
the need
that pulls breath to you
from me
and I fall
from heaven's door

Daddy

The door slams shut just like every night
I hear his heavy footsteps climb the stairs
I slide deeper and deeper below the cover
Maybe tonight I'll be free from nightmares

The dark of night brings a beast to my bed
No dreams of fairies, just terror instead

My door swings open, just like last night
I hear his laboured breath as he closes in
I screw tight my eyes and hold back tears
My body freezes as he touches my skin

The dark of night brings Daddy to my bed
No shining Knight, just horror instead

Far thunder
at mountains' base and lake's source
accompanied by a rush of ripples
here at the dam
miles distant

All but die hard boats scurry
toward safe marinas and the shore
water becomes more nervous
as gathering storm approaches

Now the first strobe comes in sight
and evening sun surrenders
to purple clouds
in fear
nervous wavelets break down
to white topped swells
as interval between flash and rumble
decreases

Think of the future,
not only the past,
think of the reasons,
relationships don't last.

Remember your actions,
and the things you can change,
fix all those things,
that your lover finds strange.

Give your heart freely,
with no strings attached,
give yourself over,
so you're equally matched.

Take a walk through the park,
sit on the swings,
take a moment to listen,
as a lovely bird sings.

Sensuous orb warms my skin
causing a smile.
Peaceful and sanguine

Light lingers throughout the morning.
lunchtime arrives,
life remains pleasurable.

Flat grey clouds weave
thier way and intersperse,
between the puffy white.
In a late afternoon miasma .

Night fall swallows luminous day
the moon’s distant pale,
invades .

.
on the path of light
a patch of shade
shall I dwell a moment
in respite
and familiarity
playing shadow games
with memories

or shall I don
my heliotropic sunglasses
bare the harsh awakenings
and walk beyond
trailing shadows
until "that which is not known"
releases me

pacing
a circular rut of indecision
as if I really had a choice