I thought it was the earth
but lo
it was my heart quaking
words race past my tongue
like a wind whipped leaf
am I embracing
or forsaking
only time
time
time
will tell
if this little dirt perch will hold true
like a bluebird's song
carried through time
I want only to hold onto you
I hear the whispers
that seep into my thoughts
I know the tune
I sing is by you
I feel you bend
the air to my ear
I've seen glimpses of what is true
you speak to me of camphor bells and neon sea shells
laced by the ribs of unseen truth
swayed arcs lit by candle's glow
and "amber waves of grain"
yours is the voice
that feels no pain
steered through the tarred night
in your low slung cocktail dress
sifting through my brains
shoveling out the mess
rapid pens
they pour the truth
of cancer in thine heart
of stained and maimed and
battered souls
which have been ripped apart
I AM WINGED CREATURE
soft to the touch of your hand
your are but a gentle thought
in the depths of this cankered land
an ashen stare can pierce a glare
with candied ginger root
with honied clams
and boiled yams
and braids of twisted jute
flutter by
ye lofty stars
shine upon thy simple mast
sailing on through foretold storms
already in the past
sanity and vanity
twin pebbles on a shore
by moon again
consumed by tear
once more an open sore
cannot light a path unseen
without the fat of whale
STAR SHAPED SOUL
a buttered roll
heart sent through the mail
a HOST of thoughts
like balloon animals bending
changes of the heart
are never ending
seeded by rough patches of Columbine
twisted and choked
by the glory
of mourning
walking in a waking dream.....I HAVE RIPPED THE SEAM
reality banks on
sightless men
to wander
in a blind-fold dream
of sugar snacks and
popcorn love
one eye out for the peaceful dove
TRAMPLING GREEN MOTHER
UNDER FOOT
PAINTING EYES WITH BLACKENED SOOT
close them....shut them.....tight...tight....tight
YOU PULL ME DOWN WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
I'M RISING FLAME
LIKE PHEONIX SUN
glinting
flinting
swirling SPARKS
I'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN
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