Monday, February 24, 2014

Lucid

Mitty's mite and mistress might
Coagulated, laced in fur, need
Doughy platform knead, massage
Twist, flour, and out! Out, spot of
Anger, flaw of sad, no! Give it
Back! Clutch kitty's complicated
Shoulder hold, to retch and
Reach and mislaid morning
Seek.

Back

I would! I'd give,
Most moments, this, already
Made of mine and every, fast!
I'd sell, abandon, re-create, oh
Damned, so overdrawn and
Undersold. To ever have undone
The waste. The arms, the ride in
Clearest vein of sky, the
Time and ages by, such
Clarity and soft accepted, no
Rejected, never stood at
Understanding, acted, aced,
Replaced now, damned to have
Anticipated off and
Been a fickle fancy's face.

Self

Arms wrapped, throw, ragged
Draped around and wisped
and whiskered, lakeside held,
Spellbound as Sol awakens, raises
Hell's inferno skyward, out, and
Shreds the mist of Xanadu, I see
I'm home again, I wander in,
and through.

Print

Someone tread
Here
Someone had a 
Reason, halted here and
Felt this frission, echoes of
Past wanton rations, passed
Elusive fragments, caught
And tossed what lived here,
Brought to flickered almost
Life, and
Gone

Stubble

Lumber bore and felled
Each callous' story, sage,
Recall and crackle, bits of
Security, flawed cedar bite or
Ash, to ashes scamper, snug
Secured in mud-wall's mortared
Hole of hull, ship's bounty
Raided, found therein and
Salty season bore, now
Tell the tale of Shanghai'd
Feller, Hoquiam's
Lore.

Tucomen

See,
Really, there the magic
Blossoms, fawns upon yon
Troubled water span to play.
Invigorates, a splash, a cloud-brought
Bath, such cleanse, to chill and thicken
Breach of bow's brow, hue defines and
Flees from silken sailing plane
Mid tremors, sky of roiling
Blast, hold fast to
Armrest, land approach
And stay, but See the magic
Here at play.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Nightcore

Posture so extravagantly
Placed, and lighting set just
So, platformed and corseted and
Ready to blow, to heave and sing
With all the manic rage to hiss,
Conveniently forgetting there's a
Sky outside the studio, a set of
Arms long waiting little star to
Hold, but light's addiction ravishes,
Leaves shell to gape, as
Character escapes.

Beat

Jungle's heart, each swath and
Vine traversed, in effort, grime and
Will, though no emergent safe zone
Flickers, Is. This compromise, to
Go, to pace, to groan. For
Halt's unknown; a growing
Terror fades as onward, on
Obsessive march and crawl
To goal of going goes along. But
Bear no ill, nor clutch, but share
And give, as if to stave karma's
Edged sword aside and wan, or
Purchase thy redemption, gracious,
Gravitate though wavering, some
Effigy-laced stonework shines
Imagined in exhausted eyes, and
Lashes lie, belie, and fall into
Welcoming Sandmans' company.

Disco

Grooves amass in space, retention
Gains affixed in convolution, staid and stoic
Hologram bereft of mention, shed a shred
Of glow, suspension, ace yon soporific dream
Augment each moment, dangled, thread worn
Thin, this ribbon lent to tangled tresses
Rent and shredded, worn
To lovely exhaustion, spate
And greater ages sang these tones
Among lost searchers, crossed
In dancing crowd,
Alone