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…