half a moon crept into view
golden redstone rising
halfway home below the hue of
moonshade or its guiding
i halved the complex whole of you
your recluse - your inviting
how often eyes are mirrors to
a soul disarmed or hiding
3/31/17
3/25/17
a calling
call for sustenance
call for blood ritual
call for truth and be saved
call for love and at last
a confluence of two
you as deaths blue comes
fluorescent in its taking
you as soul
you rising
you leaving
damn the light
damn the dark
damn the calling forth of
endless heart
call me sustenance
call me truth
call me love
and i will save you
3/16/17
but one
can beat for all of you
when it seems that there should be
a thousand times a thousand?
is it not the same
that there is but one sun
that gives of its life
for all the world's flowers?
2/25/17
hello (lentando)
strangers
precast stares, statues
moribund glares, recognition
woven smiles, comatose
her eyes were already on me
polished politely private
and as any stranger could
she simply said Hello
and there has never been
a more beautiful word spoken
2/14/17
red
all i see is red
so let me say of other colors
all of them are dead!
all i see is red
red on her lips that
must be kissed
red blood that flows to them
warms them
storms them with
pangs and pleasures
red pulses bring them to
red-wet connections
my red fever spikes as
they part and come together
over and over
again and again
i do not shine colors
i burn only red
in time she will whisper
and her red heart will sink
as her pretty red lips
feel the red loss
the sting
9/30/16
cicatrix
white line
affliction
you raised the
worst of me
without even trying
fault line
disciplined anger
carved a way out
or back in
midnight braille
and the just sun
borrowed the moon to
accentuate you
9/24/16
i should have known
she hits me like a love song
like a country duet
like a jazz quartet behind
the voice of Norah Jones
she wears me casually
drops her words right next to me
and walks away
with a smile as she goes
she leaves me like a season
my days move along to the
hummings of a love song
she is always with me
i should have known
love’s the same as
love that changes
and life will rearrange us
we are here
we are gone
9/23/16
discussion of ants
its been raining so much
even the ants have given up construction
forming thin flows of traffic
from a pinhole in the window sill
up the wall
across the ceiling
down the wall
over wire shelving
into an old shoebox of forgotten photographs
collecting dust in the corner of the closet
it took a destructive mindset
and cruel intentions for me to
follow them that far
but i overheard them mumbling
chit-chattering about the weather
bitch-grumbling about moving
so instead of killing them
i just let them suffer
8/13/16
strength
your eyes
two exclamation points screaming
YES in vertical escalations
your eyes
widening like the spread of sunrise
rays across the horizon
your lips
the warmth of inviting shorelines
hungry and eager to please their guest
but your heart
O purist nubile heart
like a trembling child curled in the corner
it took every bit of strength
to hold myself from you
it took everything from me
to do nothing
but smile
8/12/16
8/7/16
someone special
I came upon a weathered cross
of brittle bark and haggard lean
wrapped with shreds of desiccated vine
fastened once and tightened twice
by hands that must have prayed for peace
above the love laid here deceased
no flowers now that used to lay
below this weathered cross in May
just death to dust and dust to life
in little breaths of butterflies
that swirl with staggered flits and darts
a sign that someone here lives on
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