Morning Running

I rise with the sun.  Peeking shyly into the horizon stretching over me, over the shadows shrinking as the minutes trot ahead of me, one foot meeting the next in a walk, arms like wings swinging to get the feel of the chill, that shiver of a new set of old lips, slapping my face to wake me to sprawling fall trees sprinkling auburn and lemon onto the sidewalk with each gust shimmering like long strands of hair in the sunlight, I need to catch up with times’ pace sprinting ahead of me, I’m eyeing the curving roads vanishing, half-awakers’ zooming past in a fugue still recalling their dreams, pain biting my ankles, imagining lying in a taxi cab on a cool summer night with your head leaning lovingly on my shoulder, chest inflating exhale the exhausting weights pressing as I pass the first intersection,

Slow at first, slow trotting the hilltop asphalt sharply bright, slow huffing and puffing stomping dead leaves flickering like tiny flames, slow sweat slyly coating and dripping into my eyes, slow silky skin pure white like soft desert sand with emerald gems, slow behind time motoring taunting waving goodbye kicking dust into my eyes, slow angst riding my back on hooves, slow sadness building, slow energy burning, slowly sinking into my forward motion, behind

Bare chested barreling like a bicycle spinning down a hill, pulsing thighs throbbing like a heartbeat ticking to explode, told time and time again to bundle up, holding your hand jostling on a packed bus full of strangers but just your scent catches my attention, homes blurring and meshing with the golden atmosphere, peering deeply in silence is when that mirror reflects the soul, under the perceptive smile there’s oceans of love covered in autumn leaves dug deep in the earth, legs float painlessly straight, under pace of time still grinning widely back at me teasing and taunting, lounging by you while sleep brushes your eyes hoping to hold you far past when the sun peeks and ruins it all, under the watchful stare of the sun and planes silently cutting white lines in the sky, remembering wordlessly getting lost in just your gaze,

Faster running a rabbit being chased by wolves past is the dog sniffing the shadows and slowly getting away faster in a palsy spitting up old memories and watching them spray the floor faster engines roaring and ranting about getting there before me faster scenes of kissing and talking and walking and being together hands clasped eyes forward hearts exchanged faster painful faster seeking faster living faster behind the future speeding ahead of me, faster than the tears riling by my cheek ,faster than how your words seek, faster till I’ve bolted passed the fear gaining on me,

Exposed liquid soul seeping after my steps so I don’t forget where I was breathing past energy punching to catch that elusive future skimming my fingers lights darkness flying by biting gnawing over exhaustion over anxiety over sadness wanting that body of water that makes me whole needing that quenching brisk body that’ll refill me devouring all the before screaming for the now arms reaching over pain over thinking over actions lunging nabbing it by the throat just collapsing over over over,

…

..

.

I can’t move my body.

I hear birds singing our old song from somewhere.

My mouth only opens for more air. 

I stick my tongue out to catch my rain drops.

I can barely see the future setting sail. 

I don’t have the energy to wave goodbye.

I’ve run this way time and time again. 

I have to stop.

I can’t stop. 

I will stop.

I close my eyes

as the red sun finally sets.

Leaves of Love 2

Alone staring at the blank fading walls,

the moon’s pearl projects your face in my mind,

two rafts drifting apart, a velvet wine

sea screaming, fierce, masking my roaring calls,

heart thuds like when our lips jolted it all,

a grey sheath captures your light, need to find

bread crumbs that taste as worldly and divine,

every night a retelling of our fall,

You’re the dawn I want to see when I rise,

endless eyes above an auburn smile,

You’re a silent muse helping me to fly,

you’re willing to wander the world awhile,

I’ll stare at the abyss wishing for you,

lying in leaves of love, knowing it’s you.

Eve

Soft taps of rain drops, is the moon crying, did she steal his glimmer

a natural thief fleeing with a beating heart

the world’s a two-way mirror reflecting beauty and pain

egressing into solitude taught her that.  She’ll grow green roses

with her tears and watch them die.  Sleep is another death, a dream

a replaying of broken scenes of loss.  She’s shivering under covers

fingering the sharp skin yearning for that old touch.  She’ll spit clouds

to cover the sunlight since at night she’s able to create happy shadows.

Collapsing into bed staring at the beams of light cycle through

on a train shooting for far away field running aimlessly

that intense anxiety shaking thrashing pounding

turning to capture the sleeping hills and bonfires

smoke signals for the gods

slowly ascending past the sky

to remind them what love looks like.

Creation

He’ll paste his pencil in the sky and watch it spin like a clock,

the way those hands move is sensual in a way,

decaying structures crumble like pieces of cake,

wake the children to see this fire,

higher and higher till it burns the city for a second time,

He’ll be the phoenix rising from the ashes,

that symbol washing the blood from the cities hands,

a deep crimson dripping from the lake,

diving to dig the graves up,

let the corpses float so we know where are forefathers are,

He’ll create his own river bending to his will,

till the earth erupts with colorful guffaws,

that past leaking from his shadows and scaring him,

he was never afraid of the dark before,

but something real is waiting for him

around the next dirty street corner.

Man and Machine

Man                                     Machine

I tread barefoot across hot sand, a whisper from the ocean, eastern breeze chilling my skin, squawking seagulls pecking for scraps at my feet, peeking a memory is like staring at the sun, I reach to feel the blonde locks between my fingers, I’m brought down by the weight, I start to build sandcastles out of snow, shivering, rubbing my palms for warmth, dark clouds can appear without warning.

Systems on.  Engines running on fuel combusting and burning loads of oil into my limbs mimicking moving my almond eyes mirrors that can see but not understand.  Brain wired to electrons spouting lightning bolts to transfer emotions like smiles and laughs fingers touching hands but not really feeling the energy stifling my iron lung shooting bullets in the form of my name.  Conceiving days with the stopwatch winding down on my arm keeping motion forward monstrous rains plummeting sparking fire fizzling database seeping into the cracks to feed the only human part left my heart.

Sunset Song

I know you, white blinking orb,

sitting heavenly in the sky,

I pray to your full form,

while I fly by.

Most eyes hide from your face,

losing themselves to the night,

comforted by your constant place,

settled with your flight.

I love you and your beautiful eye,

when I’m wandering the seas,

when I’m lost in dream ecstasy,

when I’m alone huddled in a tree

waiting for the clouds to cry.

The cool gales make me shiver,

I’ve been trundling for so long,

time apart from you makes my wings quiver,

but I’ll patiently sit and croon this sunset song.

Young Christmas

1.

I’ll paste together a family of snow,

packing them in a row,

First the father with a button-nose,

the wife and her rosy lips,

one son with tiny toes,

and a daughter lunging wide hips,

they’ll be mended by the same white flakes,

clumped from Chicago’s hair,

they’ll always be close cause they can’t move,

as long as the winter stays chilly and cold,

I stare at my creation,

rubbing my hands for warmth,

wondering why my family melts away

even as the dead of winter folds.

2.

Blizzard:  Settling mounds as white as grandma’s hair.

Closed:  lights are off while the grey clouds linger high.

Family:  No sign of mom’s car as the snow reaches our window.

Alone:  Watching fat flecks covering everything slowly, clean.

3.

I’m sitting under a withering tree with the

moon as my guiding star.  Winter dreams

chime with ringing of bells and traveling

two places to eat a dinner.  It’s not a war

but a time of giving.  Don’t ask for words

if you’ll use them as knives.  I’m not sure

why mom cries holding a corona bottle.  I’m

not sure why children lift their fists against

me.  I’m not sure why Dad silently steers

his head not looking my way.  I’m not sure why

my brother died.  I’m not sure why I want

to leave this place.  I don't know why my

family sits apart in the same home.  I'm not

sure why my mother cheated on my father.

I don't know why my life laughs at me.  I’ll stay 

in shadows of my room as they spit at one another, 

wrapped in my youth blanket tightly, my eyes

growing heavy as Christmas melodies dance

into my ears.  I can't fall asleep without noise.

I'll wait till the stars go out to start looking for home

Tip-toeing down a deserted block

the wind fingers

through the trees

warm mustard glow

of sleeping homes

salty stars dotting

that silky pot

crickets chirping

to my slapping feet

lifting my palm

tickling gust

catching small wet kisses

coyly sliding

down my cheek

hanging under my smile

while I try

to welcome

the new feeling

here.

On a Cold Cold Night

Death’s ring finger digs into my spine, sneezing winds sneaking through

cracks in my windows.  Bleak shadows shuttering, shaking,

glowing a grass green glimmering like blades.  A stiff scent of blood

my blood dripping through my nose.

Night moves like a banshee whooshing and wailing

till I guard my ears.  I’ve never felt a fear like this since I was young.

Thudding footsteps on my chest, scratching branches,

swirling clouds spilling rain sputtering and splashing.  I’ve

lived through these days before.

I just need to let the horseman ride through.

Come Seasons Come

Come Seasons Come

nothing worth loving lives forever,

shivering blades of grass scythed by the grim wind,

flickering leaves are embers fizzling into the eastward gale,

wilting wallflowers tilting into a soil grave.

Come Seasons Come

everything eventually folds into the ground,

bleak whispering grave nights,

biting sheath of air,

hallow moon looming like a lonely island.

Come Seasons Come

I’ll weep when you pass me by,

sly stalking grey,

bare branches reaching high for that ice sun,

knowing time’s hands are peeling me away.

Take Flight

Empty street stretched out like a black belt

lake’s icy tongue licking my face

shadows scream and moan and shutter

lamps fading endlessly east like a landing strip

arms extended

sprinting huffing

darkness mushed streaming by

tense roar smashing the momentum

dashing eyeing the velvet ceiling

wheels burning wanting needing

I must hop through that pale hole in the sky

crushing asphalt as I leap

letting the wind guide my way.

Weekend

Steal the hours kicking off the branches in different hues

Wrestled by stifling heat collapsing cold

Capturing sites in flashes

Mixtures of Chicago and now

Allowing it to mend raptures in mind

Find sleep beneath another soul

Holding back to view the entire landscape

Drape night with laughs cackles murmurs

Listening to the simultaneous breathes

Remembering everything left.

Walk

Right foot first past the hole,

letting bristling trees fall with the wind,

shiver, left foot, pause,

voices scatter like loose leaves,

sizzling empty benches stretch like an arm,

crystal clear blue with a grey sheath creeping,

not enough Z's to hide your thudding chest, 

closing your eyes reminds you there’s silence,

but only when your alone.

First Signs of Change

Sticky snow sleeping on top of buildings.

Still white brisk morning softly singing.

The unfamiliar field coated, cold, and shivering.

Watching the mounting clouds trundle further west.

Where have I been, Where will I go?

That liquid Sun dripping heavy dew

through the mounds lies endlessness

snakes slither under sand and eagles

guide the sky.  Feet fumbling back fall-

ing eyes straining on that golden coffin

heart thudding awkwardly for home

camel lugging alone.  Timeless faced

scaled eternal dragon bright as a star

bellowing thick angst sharp doubt

piercing pain a lions laugh.  Swing a

vorpal Sun blade roaring ah screaming

ha yelling yah.

Weapon splats…bloodied….half-awake…

Wearing the pale noon crown

swooning that black hole velvet

mirage reflecting the past.

A shimmering pond angels tears

gently drinking to be filled

crying and laughing.  No one

can hear a wanderer’s true

voice.  Wide-eyed newborn

licking his unfamiliar lips mouthing

happiness to the moon.

Lifted over his feet up

up with the conniving

puffs masking up up

with a sigh slapping

his knee,

was that life?  He chides,

well then, one more time!

Fly Ball

Go long!

Watch that white dot sail skyward slicing through your sky.

Keep your eyes on it!

Biting down running back keep pace with the image you think.

Almost there!

Hat stumbles off racing mindless searching for the decent.

It’s coming!

Smash the glove fumbling legs larger footing larger steady.

Catch it!

Faster ready focus level faster trembling sweating fast tears faster.

Here it comes!

A single set of sorry's

I’ll plant a single set of sorry’s in a row outside my window.

They’ll drink my tears and croon to the moon.

I’ll watch over them all night.

                They’ll grow.

                They’ll grow.

She’ll watch over them all night.

             They’ll drink her tears and croon to the moon.

She’ll plant a single set of sorry’s in a row outside her window.

Falling Back to Earth

A speck of debris singing sailing into that pearl blue marble clean

flickers of flames spark sprouting a tail as it descends

flailing gusts pale Sun spinning swirling closer

drilling clouds and punching past jets

a green net opens wide a glove

trembling cracking coughing

faster wailing faster

shrinking shot

silence.

About Leaving

You want to be alone and that’s ok.  Stay away in the umbra

like a cat stalking sibilantly hissing and meowing hugging

my leg purring you shadow.  You need to be alone and that’s ok.

Pray with lips hushed mouthing memories so they project

on blank ceilings and on clouds you storm.  You must be alone

and that’s ok.  May showers blossom flowers flailing near the

Sun one of the petals prances to its death you slayer.  You are

alone and that’s ok.  Days spin by like a wheel wailing down a

dirty hill till a ditch slaps it into the sky diving into space

you stinging star.

Still of the Past

Emerald crescent moons hover above her pink smiling lips,

cheeks flushed blushing like a red giant,

honey hair carelessly draped onto her right shoulder,

head tilted off axis just enough to invite you in,

white dwarf skin humming divinely through the hazy bar,

pearl clothes purring silently,

all other planets overshadowed by her energy,

a thin chain orbiting her supple neck,

and jade love gravitating her wrist,

we’ll kiss on that night,

despite what the morning brings.

Routes

Perched in the rear with tunes flowing into my ears
my head leans against the brisk pane,

Peeking over lake shore light settles on Michigan just awakening,

Heads yawning as they step aboard falling towards the floor,

Broad stone buildings roar by as crowds litter the blocks,

My eyes dip into my mind.

***

Zooming towards the city I lingering in the shadows trying to rest,

Locals stumble, rocking to and fro, feet sliding with the motion,

Fields of wheat wave goodbye,

Rubbing the warm window with my finger,

Bouncing heart already speeding to the end.

***

Still I claim the rear lunging into a familiar lump,

Daunting homes strut by while the bus hums towards school,

Students cackle to their friends waiting to go,

Cars honk and rev with anger trying to get by,
I'm startled by the gloom weighing my head,
Each sweeping image hooks me to the past,
I rub and try to wipe away mounting drops,

I re-write a name on the misty window.

***

Filled to the brim my feet shuffle with their motion,

My hand aches as the night washes over Xi’an,

My heart dodders with the bumps in the road,

Each turn I misstep and almost fall,

I keep focusing on the next stop so I won’t forget,

I’m not letting the past gnaw at this moment,

Then a warm grip pierces my pensiveness,

The darkness and dense elbows can’t deny her,

A sunrise smile blares up at me like a lighthouse,

I'm in a stasis being filled with awe,
leaning in for a kiss,
finally reaching my stop.

Up, Dawn.

Up, Dawn, with your piercing subtle bronze,

I’ve been dancing all night on strings made of happiness and sorrow,

Fumbling through my former roads trying to understand the signs,

Waving goodbye too many times to that two-sided mirror in my heart.

Up, Dawn, with your masking gaze,

Cross-legged I’ll admire your empty endlessness with newborn eyes,

Crisp blades of blue sharpening and covering the conniving stars,

I’m a camel wearily trundling deserts alone for solitude is everlasting.

Up, Dawn, I plea to your power,

I’ve spoken no tongue, yet leave signs in the sands with a gentle wrist,

Parched, I whisper to the wind hoping to stay within ear shot of her heart,

I’ll grow as high as the liquid sky to absolve myself of the human flaw.

Up, Dawn, I’ve been waiting so long,

Shivering under wretched grey clouds curving to block your openness,

Night dwarfs still push my shoulders down, but I keep my chin pointed high,

Throw me into your blazing abyss so I’ll be quenched by your fiery bliss.

Abyss

Watching the light settle, dimming the foliage bustling from wind,

A creeping shadow lurked over my chest,

A snake slithering and licking my ear with its tongue,

I merely gazed as the blackness caped my eyes,

A cold den within devouring my cries

Ignoring my weeping,

“This is emptiness in all hearts,” the slimy snake whispered,

I couldn’t even feel the blood pumping in my veins,

The wailing ghouls dotting the ambiance,

Alone, alone, lost, sadness, pity,

That place reeked of regret and I didn’t see the door out,

tears tumbling coating my skin with loss,

I fear that dual path replaying itself like an old reel,

I can’t capture every moment and mold it my way,

The snake almost bites into my heart, but I bite first,

Spitting its head,

My roar banished the darkness as I leapt above,

Laughing, laughing,

Wiping the sweat pouring from my forehead,

Finding the courage to return,

to that eternal path.

I am the Wind.

I am the wind. 

Listen to me howl, while the red orb boils the trees.

I am the wind.

Hear me wail, on the coast riding waves and guiding vessels.

I am the wind.

Silently soothing, tickling your skin with my clean breathes.

I am the wind.

Blaring force, tearing apart homes and destroying bridges.

I am the wind.

Merely a feeling, stirring memories of other days.

I am the wind.

Invisible to the eyes, but coating your pain when the Moon prays.

Asleepwalking

I sleep walk my dog Ein most nights.  We saunter on our hind legs under little moons.  Crooning like wolves to the crescent waxing.                                My heart waning into a black hole sucking at my chest.                  He shakes his head, obviously disappointed.                    The suburb hushed by chocking time.    Line of cars on the streets like a showroom floor.             Ein breaks the doors with a bat.                       I hate fate cats.                The cars cries.                    We scatter gleefully into a yard.                                The ground gives way while we tumble into an indigo mirage.    I sink like a drunken sailor.                           Ein does backstrokes.                           The pressure of the past is a boulder on my back.             I can’t swim.                       Ein is doggy paddling.                             All the pictures are projected in this blue prison.               I can’t close my eyes.                     My tears are swallowed by the sea.           I keep drowning deeper and deeper with the darkness creeping over my skin like a cocoon.                You can never tell just how deep an ocean is till you dive in.        Bubbles tango out of my quivering lips two by two.                                Is this what death is?                                                                                      ……………………..I can’t make anything out                                                                                                  ..............I hear a gurgling                                                               …and a mute silence                                                                                                My heart blinks a sharp green…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            don’t forget… 

The End

He franticly scribbles hieroglyphics on walls attempting to unravel the colors in his head.

She’s anxiously digging for her treasure eluding her eyes, alone.

                                                                                                                                               

(Their forked paths stretch endlessly waiting to mend again.) 

The Five Seasons

1.  Spring

The unexpected veers into your side when paths cross,

the flowers were blooming with the extended arm

of the Sun.

The choice to take a day away from mountains brings new,

the city quailing with life and strife absently

for the night.

The decision to step together at night jumping into a cab,

the exhaustion, pumping, head resting on safe shoulders,

for the evening.

The kiss blanketed by blackness but igniting a surge of voices,

the motions of the body winding through time like a wheel,

for the morning.

Watching you sleep on my lap while the tv buzzed absently,

the slight kicks and jerks and the serenity of watching you rest,

for my life.

2. Summer

A young tree just blossoming with ripe fruit

from the Sun.

Hands clinging tightly guiding hopes drifting

different ways.

Feet tread through other worlds mouthing

absent strength.

New branches grow with time and memories

reaching high.

Plane parked in their minds shadowing the

feelings fearing.

Mounting rain and ominous clouds spark the

clear sky.

Assure the doubt with empty words and full minds

saying goodbye.

Wrapped tightly in the coat of warm experiences

like armor.

3. Autumn

Gusts rattle and cause the ripe fruit to fall fall fall

Safety nets leap out

Hope love future forever

Still it tumbles down down down

Parachutes of past inflate

Memories travels first kiss

Still it hits the ground and cracks and spills spills spills

Bandage with soothing hymns

Lasting longing living loving

Still rolling with the distance pushing away away away

Last thin silk line keeps it from leaving

Real love the one eternal

4. Fall

When the brisk Sun blows gales slicing and dicing shivers sliding up spines combined by the salty rain clouds clamoring and chattering about the places they’ve been when is it going to be enough to say hi I jog backwards hoping to find paths curling like tremendous waves.

                It’s ok to want solace from truth pumping heat into the veins.

                It’s ok to whimpering coolly rubbing cold parts of the bed.

                It’s ok to wander aimlessly through familiar streets seeking smiles.

                It’s ok to wait awhile to review the map to know which way to go.

                It’s ok to open your heart to the eyes that mean something.

                It’s ok to do a solo search of your soul.

When the dark blanket warps a cape of stars stealing comforting signs aligning them in her name to frame a fortune that stays untold leaving hints and rubbing rabbits’ tails so our conjunct doesn’t fold bold to keep eyes from falling to the shadows painting the grass at last breathing the virulent venomous wine lining my chest best to punch me in the jowl while I murmur eternal love or I won’t stop driving till I die or finally find where I’m meant to go.

               

5. Otherworld

Perched on the highest peak she contemplates the world,

cross-legged teetering on the edge bathed by a blue sky,

she’s held hands most of her life,

what’s it like to fly alone?

That golden orb burning brightly supplying energy,

Birds soar and cut but can never reach,

Buildings stretch from the ground but can’t get close,

Even mountains are mere ants to it,

It’s swallowed by the horizon allowing its brother to rise,

Crickets and wolves sing in praise,

While most of the animals escape to otherworlds,

It gleams a dull white and exists in the velvet sea

alone,

she’s watched it flourish for many nights,

wondering how the skiff stands strong,

its body never falters,

it forever orbits to give light through the dark,

when will she ignite someone’s life even through

blackness?

She listens to her heart whisper,

wondering, wishing, hoping,

her prince will wait,

till she finds herself.

 

The Love

I call upon you, oh wise priestess, with your lovely grace,

In case you’ve reflected on the issue of love, I’m your disgrace,

I’ve been sapped of that enchanting elixir you let us drink,

A sweet drug fogging the eyes and pulling my heart while I think,

Please whisper in my ear Diotima, so I can hear your godly chime,

I’m as alone as the moon wandering among stars, against their rhyme,

As Apollo’s reigns hoist the Sun down to Hades I lament that brisk breathe,

For it’s not a trifle but uncertainty which clashes like Zeus bolted death,

“You’ve quoted love, child, but let’s be clear,

love is no simple thing to hold, but easy to fear,

all wanderers’ dream of steering into such a beautiful place,

yet its Chance which makes those crossed paths face,

Love is an elusive fish swimming through life’s seas,

sometimes forced apart by unknown pleas,

you’ll question the forked road with no end in sight,

but you’ll never truly know it’s real without such plight,

So let the weavers design the yarn of your fate,

And hope the feeling flourishes before it’s too late.” 

The Choice

Pressure pounding mind

finding it hard to say

lips clasp farewell frantically

praying to midnight moons

salty tears tingling skin

when distance wins

conjunct tests weight

two full loads can carry

camel back acrid journey

still steps soothing sands

vast valleys vying odds

parallel pulse pushing

seeking their own grail

sailing sideways

dreaming discretely

glancing briefly

eternal grief

lasting belief

that something’s

always

there.

The Calm

My face lifts exhaustedly from the burning sand,

Eyes lingering idly at the palm trees rustling out of reach,

a tiny white light extends protruding from the surroundings

the sky yawns above spawning few clouds,

slowly a figure merges flickering with the heat like a mirage,

the waves massage my prone body,

her long blonde locks are revealed lounging off her petite shoulders,

pieces of wreckage sprawled out like crumbs,

her pure skin milky and a smile safe enough to hide under,

I’m transfixed at the lonely muse kneeling down to me,

She places her palm on my cheek,

Her lips taste like clean oceans,

she inflates my heart,

I can’t feel my legs,

She just cocks her head and grins,

I know I’m safe. 

The Storm

Bruise colored clouds extend like a claw from the east—

blinds slowly covering the sun.

Pecks softly play treble melodies on the rooftops and windowpanes—

watering everything to grow.

Gusts howl into the trees as leaves spin off like dandelions—

rushing away from their homes.

Claps and roars through the dense grey—

stirring the quiet ground.

Like a lid closing the pot darkens with sharp shadows sparking—

tears falling frantically.

Yellow knives stab downward without warning—

surging and igniting the night.

Curved streets fill with sky water creating menacing seas—

cars washing off with the tide.

Homes teeter with the ululating waves—

drifting sideways.

Sails extended from porches while Poseidon’s hand swipes them away—

altering their routes.

Most crash, splinters confetti the air, and are seeped into the thick river—

joining the homesick dead.

Only one takes the laming waves, pounding wind, and curt whirlpools—

not being chocked by the hands of time.

The I

I stare at the mirror to see who’s there

a tear in mind finds me seeking a new home

a drone thrown back aimlessly past last

missing cog slogging carelessly with slime

and grim and muck and dull the hull in the

ship was tore by a distance missile

pistol through the chest boom I’m dead

lying instead in bed mouthing names

jump over and nudge

and budge the door a little further so I can

take a peak at your crime

I’m merely a traveller in this play

but I’ll stay till the last audience leaves

those red drapes try to hide the scene

I mean to sit here in this empty place

in case you forget your keys

please let this moment end life

so at least I’ll recall what

it means to live again.

The Room

I can’t settle in this room.

Its paste walls scream her smell and smile.

She’s settled on my neck like a bruise itching with pain.

I hear her voice in other words.

I glanced out the window staring at her moon.

Even with the lights off she haunts me

a figment pixilated in the air

fireflies swarming in shape of stars.

I’ll let my hole remain empty

feeding it will be only a drug.

This room…it pesters me with doubt.

Pricking my back with sharp teeth.

Watching clocks trundle forward

never going back.

She’ll keep her distance in the sky

that North Star guiding wanderers

she doesn’t know if this room is the right place.

It leaks comfort.  It’s a chaining domicile.

How can it possibly contain her energy?

She loves it though

it stirs her and keeps her from feeling lonely.

It keeps calling to her as its spotlight bursts through the night.

She’ll cry without.  She’ll wish it was part of her.

Even a star has trouble seeing any truth

and only surrounded by that endless nothing

can she hear her own heartbeat.

I’ll stay here

rooted deep letting it grow

awaiting till her source lets it blossom again.

I have to believe in that unmovable form

cause’ it’s all we ever live for.

The Beloved

Tumbling waves curl as high as her window, splashing like an overfull wine glass.

Hour hands prick her elbows as she leans and watches from the inside,

How many times has she just stared at the moving reflection?

Beauty stares back at her but she doesn’t see it.

A tension grasps her throat and makes her choke

a salty scratching clawing through her head.     

She can create waves with a stroke of her wrist.  Why.

She washes down the outside, moon, sun, and stars rolling through like a Ferris wheel.

She hates rides.  Hate’s the wait.

She’ll glance at the green gems floating in the ocean below her.

Wailing cauldron of guile replaying “thens”

and smiles and comforts and musings and him. (sad)

Congo drums double beats sweating silently scared.

Only the sky sees her cry.  A sail with no wind.  She wants home.

(love)

Her tears fill the mounting waters biting her ankles.

Airplanes cross, other couples float on their skiffs, and

islands waning over the horizon seem too far to swim.

She doesn’t know how deep this ocean goes.

Fingering the cold spot in her bed.  Letting the headlights wipe the ceiling.

The motors humming all night have become her only friends.

A stone conscious stolid as a statue by a master,

she’ll store her pain to rebuild her mast, hoping to fill him again someday.

The Writer

The green eyed sky opens wide parting the grey mumbling clouds,

rays spray the damp field,

drums force his head into his palm,

sinking, sinking…

(croon something silently)

A jolting shiver rides his leg on hooves,

his knees weep and mourn the cold,

dearth warmth as slumber assails the eye,

pallid letters drip off his pages,

the dots deviate from his lines,

hallow words escape his teeth,

his heart dodders in the air,

feathers curl off its back as it ascends,

clashing, clashing…

(frightened shadows form)

He lunges forward grasping at its heels,

but the storm, the eye, the life, the fear,

barriers blocking his tips,

showers fall,

filling inside,

staring as the green eye swallows it whole.

Watching Rain

Pecks precious to life sliding and cutting into grass,

Rectangle’s polka dot the night with a warm orange glow,

Fast moving clouds hissing and wailing with a cool breeze,

Tingling toes fiddle between the air’s touch,

Trees spit water while they wave hello,

Manipulating stars to match wishes,

Light rumble of tires calling,

The grey sky bawling,

I’m stalling,

Trying to just think

of what to write next.

Ships Sail

Plank of wood shoved off lakeshore

Pouring rain in vain to help the sails slumber

Wonder thrice times for Hades to reach up and yank

The poor wretch weeping for a discarded tool

Foolishly praying for a companion when the seas hear

And fear Poseidon’s forked arm

Harm comes to those who thrive on others hands’

Plans to save them by dolphin back

Attack the foundation of wonder and angst

But the ululating waves wearily wedge you under sand

Grand weaved yarn alarmed the gods of your strife

You seek your wife but she’s yelling from afar

They can build bridges but you must walk

Yet it takes time to mend stone

So alone you stay away

Till that day.  

Call

Our voices can lift mountains and bellow through trees,

Release that simple breath and all weight lifts high,

There are limits to the signs possible for our pleas,

Yet that simple sound quells those nagging flies.

How the World Began

Seems lush that sprawling garden flourishing below her feet,

stems curling toward heaven at her steps and blossoming,

she captures eyes in her smile like a net,

yet those emerald’s focus on the distance,

she’s captivated by the thinker rubbing his head at the moon,

swooning chichi words prancing and sparkling like stars,

bars of sound wound together with immense thought,

how can someone create love in this way?

He’s an architect at heart,

hypnotized at the start,

she’s a goddess in his eyes,

surprised he’s fishing her tears while she cries,

it must be his way,

and that’s why she stays.

Distance

Agog at every horn bellowing over the purple lake,

head tilted upwards wishing into the endless ink well,

brushing hands together to remember her touch in her wake,

the faint blink over the horizon makes my heart swell,

her body is just out of arm’s reach,

but her love lies with me as I preach.

A Work of Art

Pastel crème skin when your curved moon lips

Etch into my quivering lines I find it hard to stop

My chest pounds arpeggio at beaming smiles

Like planes landing in crystal lakes and running

Fingers dancing within golden locks lying longingly

Lavished under my chin. When distance

Yields us to the forgotten realm of doubt we’ll focus

On the comings, goings’ of two sides of

Mirrors not apart of something whole or

Drool I know the pressure builds and whistles

And that’s what I seek and live on please

Give the same gifts there as here and

Shelter all the grey lines between sheets

Till our bodies mend to one perfect soul.

One

Forged.Bond.Link.

Beauty. Shy. Smile. Smart.

Read.Write.Think.

Longing. Lying. Lasting. Art.

Time.Cherish.Blink.

Kindness. Careless. Priceless.

Days.Months.Dreaming.Drowning.

Snow. Travel. Fall.

Love.

Forever.

Far Far Away

I'm dreaming of a land far far away,

in a place under the red sun,

sleepless nights with palms holding on to days,

recalling how I found this one,

I've dreamed of this place frequently,

for it's a repose I seek,

I've whispered her name constantly,

for it's a love she let's me peek,

Too long till our lips mimic our hearts,

too distant her smile fades under seas,

won't the heaven's bridge any gap we're a part?

can we possible live without our pleas?

Wide-eyed I stare through the cooling night,

intensely vigor about my chests' beat,

I know not a pain like this fight,

for it's at every step of my feet,

when the snow falls I'll grow wings and fly back to her nest,

I hope the warmth I remember will still be there waiting and at rest.

Insane

Dribbling letters fumbling at my feet,

allow this light to dim slowly,

supine fishing for photo's of abroad,

rushes of heat so I close my eyes,

I'm not satisfied until I feel your touch.

Simple

Etch into my space,

and allow our palms to grind,

walk at my hearts pace,

in another world we're destined to find.

After Midnight

I'm not afraid of your dark, no,

it's those dancing shadows crying like monkeys,

I tug at my shirt, creeping,

soft steam swirls off the the damp alley,

the brick stifles my vision as rats scamper at my feet,

I've had this dream before, and it ends the same,

a car speeds by while my feet sink further,

deeper screams and grip at my legs,

I scratch and claw at the dense walls,

I've had this dream before,

my waist is submerged, a cool chill shakes my spine,

I've been here,

I can't feel my lower half,

strangers laugh and murmur off in the distance,

my voice is a whisper no matter my pitch,

I always wake up,

it's over my eyes as my finger tips

reach for the stars

just out of reach.

101

The baked Sun bloats the polluted streets
and that zooming and coming and going
never let's the tired sleep.

She lies sunken in a trance,
huddled like a C willingly
offering her hand.

I stand frozen watching the outside from above,
heart screeching with anxiety,
since the perch is disappearing
beneath me.

The Open

Two weeks walking on top toes

suppose the spectators become restless

trapped in a lousy boat

moats keep blades from reaching throats

but that western air still guides through

blue crisp skies hidden by murky grey brewing

about to collapse

pieces glittering and chiming

change scatter from holes in pockets

and hands clinging drunkenly

no me ho die tries to swindle the mind

so polite for strangers

and clean as a medical tent

went there and back

took more than a three day trail

snails may run faster

but they don't enjoy the scene as much.

To Travel

The damp night can mask your body but your skin still glows,

suppose the twitches and kicks as you sleep are your constant fight,

despite my slumber I can feel your soul in the palm of my hand,

your naval gland stores immense creativity,

it's leaking,

vim euphoria as the land cycles at your feet,

steep mountains and lost valleys fill your empty pallet,

impasto islands with your existence and steal their ways,

and the less baggage means you'll likely not stay.

don't have to say anything,

since your stare tells me all I need to know.

Reality

I’ve attempted to line my thoughts like dominos,

eachcollidesontoptheotherwithgentleforce

Lie on my lap and let me plug into your dreams,

streaminghuesasbrightasdiamondswithwarmthlikethesun

You massage my palm with your lips whispering

coherentattachmenttothesecondsourpathsverged

Purge me of my wandering stasis and guide me

Intotheworldlytopographythatwillmimicourconjunctsteps

What For

I look at you and can’t place you name.

An error of judgment has made that primrose smile wither.

I can see those fangs still growing.

An annotated preface couldn’t define it.

You speak with voracity, yet it yields no resolve.

The jaded signals flare like windows in the sky.

You collect bodies with guile, yet it heals no pain.

The new dirt will only verdure for a while.

You’ll peek over your shoulder and rile.

Under A New Sun

Pop in the hands clung together

whether it be hers or mine it’s irrelevant

elegant fictive follies frisking our spindles and a submerged

surge of lanky trees plea to be that lush green newborn like before

or at least brush the sky bright as an atomic blast blinding

and billowing malleable creatures and dreams dancing daringly

among the atmospheres’ stage.

It casts a daunting penumbra under those umber eyes

prizes seem dull and otiose crumbling in my palm

calmly building a ship to search for the missing verbs

birds slide and cut while the moon croons me to sleep

not a peep from home probably gaged by the surmounting time

whining and shivering on top the purple velvet mirage.

Wharfs welcome strangers with jeers and applause

I pause surrounded by peeks seeking a piece of agreeable truth

or proof that this world’s glimmer is as sharp as its bite

fighting to keep my words from falling off the page

stages of anxiety drowned by bibulous guffaws

saw the friendly phrases massage my mind

and prosperous nubile identities wishing me to find

them under a new Sun.