Approach

Catch
Deceitful breath, stands
Fast, no danger here,
But this, a step I've
Taken, not to be got back I
Quaver. Guessed right? Did I,
Or on moment's folly falter? Words
Spread wide, perhaps for
Scorn or anger wrought
Unjust response to mite's
Submission; waiting burns,
May answer, may or not,
As I resign. To know, perhaps in
Time, and maybe ever doubt,
And move regret, and ache
To have not.

Tuft

Sways, waving,
Verdant death, shore grasses,
Wildly, arctic-driven,
Crackle, flailed upon
With smattering tears
Of cumulus; drops rent by
Wailing, wanting,
Ever driving foehn;
Chinook by name, bends
Lashes pathway bare of
Breath or feather,
Smattering of sand.
Captured all,
Image bound in print:
Giclée adorns my wall;

A chill, a thrill, 

Smile wan for all

Entangled and enrapped therein,

A life begun and past.

What have I done?

Innocent weeps! Retract, rewind
Damn spot, upon my soul, upon
My life, blot, ebony-inked
And dried; erasure none and
Blame I heap. O wag on harpies,
Cranial conception, jeer and jar
Blameless injured and faulty, here
I cringe and wail, damaged none
Save how I and she see
Me

Gurge

In, in brought
Recorded, report it and
Share! This web,
World-wide butter spread
O'er not bread enough.
To take it all
In

You

One, many, all:

Follow, heed

Long, lonesome call

Oh, you! Don't leave me 

Stranded, soiled,

Speculating!

Adorn, enable, bear,

Make Desperate your 

Trophy, young and bold, and

Leave to polish silver,

Order, primp, design

To please you:

Own you/

Make you beg,

I beg

You!

Markham

escape from
form and
proper

Blast! Bite - tsetse masticate
cells of mine and
Firm, shared Crocuta serum too
I fly now, Beryl! Soar with thee
Kalahari's mote above and
Fall

fled from form
and proper
some escape

Past

Weighed and mired, baggage piled
Anon, aloft, in arms, I trail along, graft
Finds with ever, tight and bind securely,
Twine, meld, swing and smash!
At impasse, roads built round, as
Geisel showed, ever stalwart, bear
This burden, load I cling beneath,
Fain let one memory fall, though
Strain to carry, pain recalled. Yet
Would I, could I lighten, clean-sweep,
Posture aid and stride regain? Oh!
Might I? May I, Simon? Roll
These shoulders, loosen ties, and
Sigh. Sink, sweat and breathe. Deep
And long, and wide. Move on!

Discard

Filthy, flayed and gone,
Abhorent to phalanges now, as
Rendered droplets cluster, form,
Repugnant, cake, can't fathom,
Of squalor such, desire sated now.