Cemetery Tree

 Such is this sorrow
Blanketed like snowdrifts
Cold, Calm,
Soft and silent
Sobbing only in the dark

This fury rages
Deep beneath the mountain
Hot, Slow,
Melted stone itself
Waiting to explode

My grief, it dangles
Like so many crystal pieces
Bright, Light,
Barely there
Medicated all away

Not One More

They say our pets unlock the gates
Across the Rainbow Bridge.
The yips and purrs must just have been
Amazing as they readied things
For rainbows in the sky tonight!

Bridges of tremendous cannons
Exploding power and shining light:
Celebrating Independence from England 400 years ago,
And for you from a frame that denied who you are.

And as you fly on to your tomorrow,
all color fades here now tonight
and the soulless stillness is absolute.
The Bastards will lose their power.
The Hate must End.
Revolution is Today.
Because mowing down our Beauty
Does not make them strong.
Because taking our Warrior of Love
Can not give them peace
Because stealing our Summer
Will now make them Fall

Youngest martyr,
Sweetest soldier,
Our next move is for you.

The Kettle Talks Back

Had I been again
Un-fascinated,
And again forgot the sound
Of birdsong soft in muted mosses,
Hints of river chortles in the dawn?
Might a pall, a rigor
Overcome,
A thrall have been
Undone, just now
...and how?
And in this ashen air I heave,
a rushing, rash
Atomic spew:
A bitch's brew,
Karmaic stew of
Hormone, molecule, and that.
But all was still
And all is well inside
These walls of ice and charm
And dulcimer and dew.
A dash to not dash,
Ache but sleep not,
Wake, but wait not,
What? All ails rot
Into moonshine.
Ah, and linger dark thoughts
Diminish and demise
A drunken fool's rhyme!