The siren blares,
one, two, three....
it's me, the last thing you'll see.
And sadly, no one cares.

Life put the gun in my hand,
a knife at my side,
with no where to hide,
before all is banned.

What was that you said?
Through stitched up lips,
bullet holes in your hips.
You'd rather be dead?.

Cool metal against your skin
betrayal is now a deadly sin,
punishing the offenders,
the great pretenders,

You'll never hurt anyone again.

It's like, what if moths
aren’t attracted to light,
as they flutter chaotically
around the source.

What if the thing we think
is pulling them closer confuses
which way they should go.

Love has been like that.

Yeah, Bartender, my usual poison
Jack strait-up, please no rocks
bourbon will not sit here very long
shooting the liquor before it can mock

but now I need to sit awhile
basking in your feminine glory
feeding off your sweet energy slowly,
the glow in your eyes tells me a story

I see your past in big green eyes
which are weapons, you tantalize
asking pointed questions of you
ever so suddenly you do realize...

She lies and waits for my arrival,
I’ve ignored her far too long,
Her face is scarred from years of abuse..

But as I approach her she is more welcoming than ever,
It’s been a stormy relationship…

I’ve turned my back on her more than once,
She has seen a lot of tears,
But she has shed not even one…

She’s as solid as a rock,
And once again she’ll lead me home…

The golden disc spreading
fingers
massaging the back of the
biscuit
coloured Sand and the aquamarine

froth salted rolling waves.
The sea trumpet squawks of

long gull calls as the head
raises
and lowers

Its side to side gait is on familiar
treasured

horseshoe land

tears over red tears
genocide blood floods like rain
mankind soon shall drown

It was my silliness, I thought.
Or maybe it was just the smile.
Turns out it was our laughter.

Warnings come to us in many ways
They often change throughout our days

From Mother’s directions when we crossed the street
To Father’s cautions about those we meet

Teachers tell us not to cheat
Explaining the actions we would meet

Then there are those things
That everyday life brings

A son whose children are now wed
Alerting us to how much time has fled

A reminder our days have flown by
More often we think about the day we will die

Bobbing in the water
sunlight glinting on their rims,
a dull thud as they collide,
but, when the water stills,
they are silent
in their loneliness.

The sleeping souls of trees the castle
woods and wise guards of natures
thickets
below the one track mind of
scuttling
Squirrels and skittering hopping Jays

The earthy scent drifting towards

the nostrils. my dots and brown spools
look up to the splashed, washed
sky
coats of Dragon fruit, watermelon red

and Atlantic hues married by the
golden
shimmering disc spearing its arms of
youth