Analgesia

And as I struggled,
As I halted, medication's best surrender sated,
You and he you would have
Other situations hated. He,
You would have fought long since,
Allied, you stood. Beside
You gripped.
Lifted, carried me through,
That hand: I should remember you!
That shared pull, a single goal
A harnessed love,
Your strength, and You,
And all we ever should have
Been or done or said,
Or were,
But oh!
Blasted subconscious,
Neuron waste, a paltry gem,
A thieving arm of RNA erased
A haven known, a moment safe!
And some say mental ills are all a fake,
But even now, I cannot place
Your arms, your eyes,
Your warm embrace of calming hope,
Your sweetest voice, your heart,
Your face.

June's Song

How low?
To stoop, to bend, to fit into a
Mounded mold, to play a silly game,
To rend a beating hart in shards, to
Feast upon the venison and
Start to learn to
Live again?

How long?
To sit and wait and reinvent
A myriad reasons why a mountain
Went another year before deciding
Calm to blow, just smoke and
Twist a cap of
Cloud again?

How far?
To run in fear or run decided
Mile 13 hit stride, and sprint for
Finish line as I did. Fast delay the
Pain with medication, Bask
In massages and go to
Sleep again?

I know
I've been a sinner's side as you
She screamed, she wept, I flaunted
You, you kept her, held her, told her
I was just a flaw, imagined, rare
Embarrassing to note
And lied again.

Landing Dock

Cloud crosses, heavy,
Blackened underneath:
Too-long seared meat,
Mid trails of steaming sky
A ricochet of light cracks,
Bleeding out the bath,
And I've fallen to my side
At strike on Thor's behalf.
Watching man's face drawn,
Eyes wide - he gapes,
Ghost seen, perhaps?
Or just a tragically mishapped,
Un-finished bolt of
Would have,
Could have,
Should have been.
That missed its beating mark,
And left a flesh-shell whole,
Though smitten to the ground,
And rolled past.

Dawn Breaks in Moscow

And if I dream,
A life in other lives than this,
A glaring wit, a rage, a passing
Whistling by in leaves of ash and rot,
Or if I walk alone, or try, or cry,
or anything beyond the words
I dare to say in this, my time is
Otherwise well spent unless,
Like mist's cold fingers, Sandman's fry
Creep out of dreams into my life.
I shake my head, I doubt, I groan,
Resolve in betterment of duty go.
But dear, I've never til this moment known
The joyful peace of being home.

Awaken

Rusted rock, frames

School of thought and,

One who mocked once

Standing shocked as plunging down

To gore and grim, I'd fallen, 

Down to demon, Down and in. 

And on him, on those hands of harm lay

Spatters of regret and shame, and

To this day he stands a 

Little not the same.

But peering over settled dust,

I saw. I once had fallen

Up! He spoke. he held those

Spattered palms up, held them

Out as if they'd sun-bake dry

And stop, and stop me as I met my rusted

Rock and earth in downward flight, 

But time bore well her crown

And did not bow. I walked with her then.

Walked and saw where I had fallen

Long before.

Gateway

Scant few rebels met
A night of plunderous plans
Laid, drunk, and lay aside,
Inside another rebel's cave.
Revolting sect of enemy: an angered
Long-lost friend; memory denied, or
Faded more in some than most.
Led more by lust of unmet war or
New-discovered thrill of
Dishing garnished secrets out,
Perhaps a fancy, heart throb scorned,
Than of injustice, real or heard.

But we shall conquer, claim these
Ragged few, in shallow company
This night. Reason neither mind.
We shall stand or lie entwined,
Preserve the children, hide from
Truth or hint of change, but
Fight? Ah no, we hide curtains behind,
And sip our Absinthe. By and by,
We'll whisper ideals in the night,
While plotting next a fresh conquest
Of plotting body next to mine.

Grendel's Nursery Rhyme

Ate, that Kraken, many sailors.

Stole away from chasm, flashed a

Tale of wrath and scale and,

Drew them deep in lore and love

So loth to leave young valor.

Hail strength, Cthulhu! 

Hail and flee, then wrap this

Tail, as rub of harpoon's bitter barb

Small thanks for glory, hero's death, 

Rest in Valhalla or Elysium, in exchange

For just a moment facing demon's

Fang and rotten breath.

I said

But not aloud.
Made so much sense,
These phrases, wound about
A beanstalk's clever tongue
Of josh and jester, song of songs.
O wise man, heal my lack of
Wit's retort, or crushing doubt;
Flay all apart an argument
To make me hide, to
Bind me idle; keep me
Wild.

Parade

Merrily we roll
A tot's song, long ago
It seems we sang it all
Probably out of tune, but
Loved it all the same
And seventy-six trombones
Heralded our awe of
What we'd done and
Where we'd been
In song, long time
Forgot until a
Little new bird
Came along.

Class

Lifetime spent to earn this trust,
A workman's pretty pence or tup.
And here is handed fistfuls of
The golden oar, the endless love.
And here, the photo blurs,
Did she steal mine, or I took hers?
A timeline fails unraveling
And we shall go a wandering.

Slip

Scrape, ah, minor thing

A nuisance, really. 

Shake, downplay,

Escape...

But, oh, insidious,

A mark builds swiftly

Bulk amasses

Bursts!

Pain follows pain and riot,

Rage spins - I should have known,

Damned paper slice, 

What foolishness!

Dervish den of whisper drags

Down

And in

And all is still, save

listless, shallow gasps,

diminish

Quarrel

Be there gods, then
They must fly with him, and
Gilded wings sweep sorrow's
Own full grief 'neath mat of sky

If they be just gods, he is safe,
Though hell should wail and demons cry,
And naught I did or do, or might entice
Deny him place in Paradise.

Or be there no gods, this life all,
Then he is gone and been and done
And no more sentient, ashes flown,
Beyond a myth, love truly died.

But be there fool's gods, shabby, sly,
All hope is false, and naught I did or do
Might bring a peace to matter dark
And matters not to try.

Trust

Hear my words, new friend, 

But lightly, twist to sound like yours.

Your song, so eloquent and smooth,

Must be the way that I should croon.

No, lover, sing out strong your own!

I do not know you otherwise.

Show me you, or not at all,

A cracked door leaves no room.

Arrowroot

Cupid's toy, a silly herb,
A binding potion, skin to skin,
Morph she and he to them and then,
A combination meant to be, but
Cherub asked not he nor she.
Baked and cooled, on rack
Await, each cookie,
Critic's eager mouth or plate.

Hold the Broken

Had we more arms to gather,

Searchers, find, had we more

Room to shelter, care to fodder,

Palliative expression's hide: 

Oh, touch-starved lovelies,

I would hold you. I would

Bring you gently into night.

That good, good night of

Solace, lose my senses.

Tender losses, I would

Keep you, ever after,

Safe inside.

Harness

Feel out edges, 

Toe by heel, by harnessed Friend

In sightless night,

Invent a circumstance to pull in

Wonders, drive out shaky iron beam

Plug in the forces, wind the monster.

Unleash all divine and cater

Solely to this finding, to this

Molding, to this wall and chains.

But is this terror big enough

To drag in mortals, lives and all?

To rend, replace, reduce, revoke,

Repeal and tether, guard in 

Haste a poorly thought-out

Life of tame?

Closed To

I'll ask
Don't answer.
Don't quash what little lie I've led
Each moment in this storm
"We'll be ok," I swore
I moaned. A breath of
Warmth, of snowfalls, Home.
Denial, waif's keep, broken shake
Beneath, behind aforesaid question.
Please, for pity's sake, for peace,
Don't answer as I think you would,
Don't make me right, I beg, and
So by silence,
Answer, you will.

I dare not ask again.

Blink

A time seen, conquered!
Desperation drove to dance of
Driving force - it worked!
And thrall continued, all abuzz
Abounded, sounded vast and
Lifted high a warrior cry,
Fly on!
And onward flew, to
Place anew, and somewhat
Safe, and quieter, less
Rancid, raucous memory.
And in crept demon:
Doubt, and brought her cohorts,
Grief and Why? - her colors fly!
Reason meets no choice, but madness.
So it is and take the pill alone,
Sugar spoon be damned!
A Valkyrie grows tired.

Sound

Ah, the void enfolds,
Enrobes what I'd been told were lies
Ascribed to singers long forgot,
And all respect, reflect, and bow
Below what, sought, we'd find,
But now this warming fog, it pulls
Enticing, inviting - oh so calming,
Calling chants resounding, pounding,
Far-off battles, others purge the rain
Of terror that I never heard.

Forge

Child's play, burdens, only serve

To give excuse for drama, 

Tongue in cheek or bite in teeth

It's one and all, move on

None delay tick-tock or 

Flip of calendar, o what we'd give

To re-attach that page-a-day 

A time or two, and un, re-do

A momentary lapse of thought

Before a "do."

Dare

Decide, declare, and issue this,
It's not ok to do, to say, to
Be the way I was, I am, and will.
Love all I am, except
The things I really am,
The passion, flair, and failing.
Take and mold this being into
Someone now acceptable:
Declawed and trained,
For you, for your approval,
For fear of being broken,
I will sway and melt and change.

Conversation

Myriad moments rehearsed,

Complex: each avenue explored

In mind. He's there, and so

En route, each point's revised,

Re-made, re-emphasized, re-shared.

And on arrival's tripping feet, it

Withers. Where's the need? 

To stand on feet when bland

Half-smile holds so-called 

Peace intact, small

Talking hides turmoil of what

I never was:

Afraid

Cover

All is clear and all remote,
Glacier's sentient viscera:
Voiceless, Vice-less.
Telescopic lens reveals a tide
Evolving, reaching, raping,
In gulfing, gaping damp and
Distance, felt once strong and
Stalwart: safe and epic, fast and bold.
Yet far, so far away now, lost,
Almost in eon of revenge,
Resentment, scars and damage
Twisted deep enough to send
A soul inside this leaded frame of
Tori's tempered glass. Melted,
Mended, some would say. And
say, they'd see, soft covering of
Practiced shame, a rearranged reed,
Papyrus falling into Nile.

Give

White stains, skies fall;
Will withers every instant further,
Shrinks as looming threat of
Might Be hovers, hungry
At the edge of shadows.
Dressage's proud poll bent away,
Rehearsed report denied,
Decide to bend, to fold,
To mutilate.
Decide.

Disruption

Flaws in head cling tighter so,

The lie to lay beside instead;

Reasoning, to shrink, to anger none

And none to blame, would make

Each solitary night less sodden

Wrung-out pillowcase of pain.

Nor leave behind a replica of

Who she made in vain, 

As bitty-bite at once, she falters

Out of mold of could-have-been.

He's Gone

She breathes, and reaches out
As if to catch a soul
"Don't go!
I am a missing mortal fool
Without you: choke on air
Or splinter fragments of the
Sky to fall upon.
Don't leave me here alone!"
She crumples over steel and
Sympathetic white coat arms.
And that is all.

Media

Once quiet space abounds
In empty words, repeated tweets and
Chirrups uninformed, opinionated,
Misspelt wreck of information.
Don't verify, don't analyze, just
Post! It matters: share! Because
It's something said by soemone famous
On this meme, the laughing baby,
Most interesting Man - or share to show
Support, to say Amen, just Like if you
Love Bieber, Share for Spiderman.
Oh, heaven bless the interwebz - they offer a
Display mode for the world to
Witness egg foo young
On any instant, any face.

A Joyful Poet

Has one met a joyful poet
Dancing brightly on the moor,
Or wear we all a sash of sadness,
Cloaked in mist and mithering?
Mutts and mudstained lot we must be;
Lost word-weavers wending tales
And traipses we would fain all take,
If nothing but our sashes shed and
Moor mist shake, the trek
Would its own worth create.

Camel's Back

Whisker's length is all,
I fear, from devastating wrath and coals.
Mere moments, yet, between this
Field and hearth of flaming fuel that
Drives, in fury. Drives in thunder,
Drives to madness, empties, pulses,
Rapes and leaves a carcass: bleeding
Mind that twitched and turned a
Waking eye aside for feather's weight in
Maat, that path not far away.

Because We Do

This is why we
Pile life thusly. This
Is why my coffer's bare.
And this is why I taste
Of bitter herb and correlate
To daily bread a dab of fear.
This, dear heart, is why I cater
To each pall and whim and
Wail, to bring you farther,
If I could, from where you see
That I have failed.

Encircle

There was a wall

And brick by brick and

Mortar round, that

Wall thieved thought and

Will engulf until it

Crushes every ounce of

Otherwise assent

Into an atomy, a thread,

A whisper of what 

Used to be, and after

All accomplished, all

Surrounded, builder sees

In basic lay, that first encounter

Ever such a tiny flaw - that

Spark, now muffled from her breeze

Can't burn, can't hold this

Wall, this work of art becomes

Such burden, bound to crumble,

Meant for greatness, cold, enacted,

Great thereof, the fall.

Gentle Hypocrite, this Heart

You could not be so different
From he and he and he before;
Protestations, proclamations, all
Alike, but more adventurous
This time around seems, daring, safe, and
Righter than my eye for aye. A posh,
A down-to-earth extreme I glow
And go to sit with you and mourn
The wage demanded of each day, the
Call of Sirens, "Come and rest, yon weary sailor!
Bring your aching bones ashore!" A cry,
A call, to end all being self
And nothing more.

Ceremony

Ice in whimsy dull and
Deadened focus, decorate with care
So delicate a floury mess. But
Will they notice inner plain if
All delightful spun its lace surround,
This brick of center, fold this dress?

Composed

Leave on page an agony of
Chemical imbalance, fade over
Written verse to mere
Exhaustion and illusion of an
Eve well spent in birth of rhyme.

Comet

A pinpoint
Light erupts, we follow
Haley's tail of magic bop,
A pop refrain of spasming
Freedom, closed inside yon
Beam of night.

Cave

Beloved, O, we tarry

Here

We make our cavern own in

Here, we

Blaze in sheltered warmth in

Here and hide

So safe inside our home.

Episode

She walks inside
a facing plain, a mirrorglass
of iron wrought, she
bides and calculates each
speck of honesty, but
hate's a fleeting mistress, she
bares bone to prick
whatever on and gone and
emptiness to fill with
naught until I build
a second masking face.

Gather

While ye may, those
Blooms of golden hue,
A Friend's soft promise
Lost to years' long march
Forgot and done that
"I will never leave you"
Over and again, still
Gone.

and On

It wrestles, seeks, it
Comprehends and blends
In colors vast and devilish
And all encompassed knowledge
Breaks to bend a simple
Thought:
It will not end,
Though wish might hope
For final rest, it never
Goes or shapes to flat
Consolidate or notes in
Silence flit.
It will not end,
Though peace could scrape,
In grievance, arms to hold
A wailing form, it melts
And forms and re-defines
And on
It will not end.

Entry

Scuff, and wipe it off, that
Muck of work and worlds
On me. Don't stop, remove
Each day's frustration, pile
The gravel here and walk,
So lighter, clearer on inside,
But think a moment on the
Mat in beams embraced.

Busk and Slumber

Tile and mortar, cold
Inviting all too
Hotly flaming, swear to
Falter, fall, and curl.
Wedge in corner, hold
Splay akimbo
Baring secrets, soul to
any passers-by.
Pounding fortress
Stolen here
Deceive thy solace,
Make believe you dance.

Weep

Trickle
Empty fathoms' grief in
Salted shell of glass
Now turned away.
Molten, fallow swath
of agony oust
Uncontained.
A weltering, sweltering
Taste saline, relief
Sublime as all is
Washed away.

Challenge

Press on
Not to overcome
Per se,
But just endure and
Someday
It may all come right.

Zealot

If I am wrong, he cries, then
All around me lives and dies and,
Nothing is beyond and nothing
Carries on and all is lost to
Everyone.

But wait a moment, Brother,
See, that if you finish
All you start and courage follow
Where you lead and kindness fill
Your heart and just a speck of
Hope is all a man would
Ever need, all that would make you
Wrong? To heed words, not for
Glory, but for sake of what they mean?

Taut

Matter, solvent bit of space; a
Sinew's taunting whisper-snap, it
Groans and bent, attacks him.
Lashes angrily along and burns
Drops cuff-links jangling poetry,
A mess upon the ground.

Millionaire

Remove all tangled briar, flay demons
Slay them all and clear a path so
Bright it burns my eyes, then drop
To ice and fleetly slide aside. A
Dreamt-of place in safety left,
Made just for me, my own,
My precious castle tower and
Here I hide, remote from storms and
Latched securely, shackled in.

Orange

Alter
Fain to wager peace
On semblance of acceptance
Waver on a puff of steam and
Dance away.

Precious

Vow
At your miracle and
Wrestle ounces at a time of
Strength to keep that
Smile
And lie so
Fluid and so easily, excited
Ready, willing, eager even, bound
To go that other
Mile
And laugh so
Giddy, fair, and wild as I
Approach another boundary field,
Forget about your miracle, and think
For just a moment I am
Mine

Godiva

The secret to loving a madwoman is to believe as she believes.
The trick to seducing a madwoman is to be as wild and as lonesome as she.
The way to tame her?
Ah, but there is no taming a madwoman.

Air

It's different

Here, it moves a little

Strangely, sweet and 

Flies. A place to 

Own each molecule,

A breath of monster

Hiding underneath: 

A beast inviting, 

Standing, sighing

In-between

The night and day.

Epoch

Day on evening,
Wave on sea,
Tiny tongue of answer
Recommend, and
Flee

Diaz

Once woken, crave a gentle
Token, pass a motion
Of exchange to
Give, to grieve, to
Hope and ration all redemption
Save for he. But look!
Defied in sun of mourning,
Rent deepest, jetted coat in
Tatters, patterned solely after
Seeking this alone, to roam.
To find a sodden pathway
Home. It beckons, nay,
Demands a fellow follow,
Stray a little, vagabond.
Stay and wander, carry on in
Wonder. Lost that song, it
Haunts and chants and
Echoes on as little piggy
Finds him none.

Breath

That peace, that
Moment of Monet in madness,
Silence but for wind and
Wave and shimmering grass:
That echo of a
Second spent in solace
Filters through a dusty pane
And paints in sepia tone
A place to hide.

Bright

There is hope.
Sometimes the spark of it is small,
But there it is.
And there might be peace.
And there might be joy.
But there is always hope.

Terrarium

Encased in wide, wide world beyond,
And wilderness and wandering, mid
Fury of the mindful voice begs
Tact in whirlwind, rush to wait.
Lock deep within a wide-swept
Tundra, mountains, stream and sky,
Straitjacket us to wings and
Miracle, yet I, fool beast do
Sweetly moan, forego these
Feathers, bypass Rome, abandon
All society and pomp, but
Peace inside this paradise, a
Tentacle of home and I,
A dewdrop, fall, in secret space
and motion. Drip, a lilac scented
Moment, not replaced.

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For locks reflecting pixel light
And toes curled late and chilled,
A kitten paw's expressive weight,
For sleep's elusive vapor sought, or
Writhing half-formed
Thought of mine and his.

Concept

As fight of fools we
Build this tree; we groan
Flow sap and spread to
See a chlorophyllic haze
Bedazzle threads of veiny
Sugar sand. Oh hand on
Hand to link to bough,
As ever then to grow
To be a mighty oak's
Tall shadow, free of
Worry, shackles clean,
Now stand alone inside
Of me.

She, this AE

Un-absolute we falter
Closer to an end of sorts of
Fame as fading fast the light
Falls soft on lost vignette of
Lovers, aught but drawn to
Tighter cling, insisting no,
I say this is the End of all
The Way, the One, my
Fall-back. Wait. My sweet
Ambrosia, angst befalls
And here we wait.

play

restless tatters hither swing
by breezes mindless and if
twister meeting falls
just like
another day i might
approve and
swing

make or break

and if
this time continues and
this situation stays and if
we all remain the same
and if
the daily grind goes on and
our minds made up are strong and if
we never lose control
then all remains intact and
i will never want for home
but if
our worries wear us in and
if decisions bring on pain and if
our courage isn't right
and if
emotions rule the fight and
hasty words are thrown and if
we just can't love for winning
then all will fade at last and
we will wander on our way

mustn't lose this

i glowed
but then i growed
and double-bent i stalked
my spark, cross continent and
more, i staged and rearranged and
left before, that brilliant thing
that dazzling flame, that burned
the heart of me, i stalked and
ate. it shone and then i showed and
we built a higher tower, raised
an effigy of what i should be, strong
and frail. adrenaline-fueled pacing
guided mountain passage, won a
marathon of roses, raced alone.
exhaustion crept, we never
slept or kept our shoulders straight
as posture taught, but oh, we played!
and finally that villain doubt, astounded
found us, rent us, light restrained, but
though it bled a migraine's savage pathway
broad, no, never more than fire damaged,
damned, my hale-spark i retain.

second wind

that place, time and utter

moment, racing, i am not

empowered, merely groan

move on for lack of option,

limping forward. grasp at air

and catch a wisp of faerie thread. a 

sliver, not enough to lift, but 

just a fraction lighter now, a

spider's breath to brace

a dromedary's frame, and step,

just one step more, a nearer 

specter to the end.

Torn by Glue

No reason to cause envy with your
Beauty, they just needn't see.
I'd hide you away forever, take such
Care of you, dear: keep you
Secret and safe and
Mine, and only for
My eyes to drink the joy of you,
My arms to hold and my shoulder to lean
And weep, if you need. The world is cold, and
I am warmth to hold you tight. You'll
Never want to venture, never
Sing but to me. And I will bring
The world to you will give you all you dream, all
Imaginary things, or real. And none can ever
Call you out, or drain your doubt, or
Drown your resonating spark,
but me.

Haiku Again

What is gone is gone
Fading into distance like
Sirens in the night

Crisp and shining fruit
Tart, sweet juiciness tempting
Downfall of mankind

If I fear pain and
Poverty, lonliness, death,
Am I wrong or wise?

Comfort when I cry
Do you want to understand?
Or just hurry by?

Is there a reason
For you to jeopardize me
With your shiny car?

Hillside covered with
Swaying grasses in the wind
Looks like a ballad

Ever my only
Sweetest and bitterest dream
How should I follow?

When truth only hurts
When there is no right answer
Don't ask the question

Prior

That she, that
ever-looming cloud of
used to be; that
scepter, fierce and
wandering:
she bides in wait and
pounces readily,
if ever i should stop
to dream.

hide and seek

when i find love,
or fate decides, she
calls all sorrowful, when
things go ways i wish,
i'll be happy then, i
swear it. i'll grin and
bear til then, but then
oh, then i'll sing, when
circumstances change, and
i have all i wish, i'll
finally feel i fit,
but ah sister,
i breathe,
we only can be happy
when engulfing
happiness

Replenish

Mid thunderous rolls and strikes
Of brightest scion, carried
On and brought on
Faith enough for both to race,
To fly, but then, a monster breached
That berth and scandalized, enough
To render rent that time. And so
Awash in tears I dried, and
Fled upon a face of stone, to
Castle of my own, and distance
Plays my scepter now as
Somehow, naught to be recalled,
You call, and beam to share, in
Detailed revelrie, how dancing
In the sun brings joy
I didn't see

Bread

Bought on discount, brought forever
Still a loyal, bright, believer
Gloved, assaulted, catered, sought
A waif or six inside provide a
Shelter, host, mindless travail,
Tears open walls once solid, thought
Unassailable, and drain, and now
Yet shrinking, sucklings bound to berth
Once proudly hailed, becomes
A stinking, stolid, squalid perch.

Pull

Withdraw to distance, faced and painted
Same, but cleaner, fainter, built to last, to
Either right be left alone or flaunt a newfound
Lover's spectrum, bright as flickers, last
As embers drown in ocean's wisps of
Foam, embellish metaphor of faith once
Given wholly, wrapped and ardent followed,
Fallen, bound to misapplied romance.

I Never

Disco flare spins dancing
Found wallflower face and
Placed her spotlit, wanted,
Bending fall to blend, to
Understand it all, to fit, to
Stand and glare, to steal a
Momentary glamour's part and
Start to finally believe.

Gap

a Vault a
Catacomb surrounded
Chortle, fraught in ever-resonating
Wealth to drown, succumb
And bleach and marrow scratch
Each crack and scar to
Contemplate each vessel bound
to Break and fill, evaluate
Statisticize and scrutinize, refer,
Reorganize and column down
Remember, slow, and
Now?
Default to moment
Touch to burn and realize
Feel, exhale. Ah, this. This
Docile, tranquil, faulted schism,
A mask of purest damask spun
To wither all within, and
Spoil

Wick

As often, wailing softly,
Sighs through budding vines approach,
Enrobe, enliven, briskly snap
Intention on each stretch of
Sunlight sketched upon the bough.

Comprende

Hand out, reach
Offered, not taken, given
Out and only
Home and haven brake
Wilt on meaning
Jovial solitude
Waits for thanks.

Assay

Out, ball's belle, she
Flaunts what easy had to
Youth is bound. Vigor and
Spite for spate of excess
Foliage, blended, bindless
Energizer, go and go, but
Waltz, she glistens, nary
A one to miss, envious,
That corpse-bound stream
Of fountain flame.

Burden

Crossing tease, that
Cursed saiyan, dots and
Jots in crowded filter,
weeper's sheen of mourning,
Blots a silken scarf beneath
Each lashed frame of
Reverence.

Choose

Fine line, tiptoe. Waver not
This way, that side, or off
Any beaten trail ride. Don't
Abuse the rights inherited, or
Take light all given for
Your place in time. Don't
Mock, don't miss or mesmerize
Because all of creation rests
In what you make of this.

sigh

and he smells
warm, and home
and healing. and a
pause, a warmth,
sends seething shining
outward on, and arms
surround and breath
let go.

Celebrate

Save this,
Every scrap of
Edible, each penny stash
And keep it tightly bound and
Watch to keep it safe.
But wait,
Give nothing? Wait
For what, a rainy day?
Alone and cold and
Fed in stringbean.
Where is joy in
Safe?

Mine

And this
Will never fall like
Those, this coveted and
Rescued soul, safe haven
Found will stay and hold.
Will never seek or lose
Like so many waifs
And fools. And this
Will always have a home
And never look for love
Nor question how
Amazing
Wonder how worth
Holding, how so very
lovely or belonged.

Recap

One embrace, or brief
Encounter, mid a room of
Celebration, soul's fire
Fix and shatter both again.

Words brought over, some to
Buffer, some to shame, to
Reawaken deadened loss, to
Unabashed love and lust and
Loss recall and tear away and
Render whirlwind uselessness
This post, this past, this
Felt again a groaning burn.

One conversation, meant
To bolster, shreds to
Gritty shards a mask, deception
Worn and given on a pillar, boulder
Strong, but not, not now as
Built and crushed are
Same and one, and
Shoulder to have bourne
Is gone.

Hallelu

Went wrong, but sung so well until
Synapse collapsed and tenor's
Tenure fell, discord accorded space
And so forgave. And gave,
Too much again, again, and spent
Relentless fall on falling: Halt! Observe
And see what failing fled rose-tinted
Vision, once was asked within enticement's
Wicked spin. Drawn in, redressed, re-Painted
Less, and less a simple, single thread
Or shred of poor, alone,
And actual; grieve, not for loss, nor
Fault nor fervor, nae, weep for
Meeting more than halfway, fleeting
Though it seemed, and mostly
Gone, anyway.

Nap

Dare, how dare this faulted heather
Soft and stabbing, rest and drain
Each blossom bearing dew, but
Dry, but try, but oh! What solemn
Falter, heat sought, julienned and
Thrash, soft kisses wake, but
Can't quite quaking sob abate.

Never Was

The Faeries, they have
Fooled us, brought to mind
Fine prince, fresh charger bold
And told us we were special, fast
On dreams to travel, fain a
Past repression let to ride, a
Friend once thought, a lonely
Night. Those winking demon-fry
Have bound us tight in mesh of
Lye and scrubbed to shine the
Lie about two hearts
Entwined.

Rough

Released, slow, and prowling 

Carnivorous wary, ought bright

Trinity to flee, but "niao" she 

Tarries, keeps and thanks in

Blinks of ardor. Safe, in 

Dark apartment, in

Side.

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.

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

Zone

Asked no answer, 

No reply creaked downy 

Coverlet aside or soft awakened

Muffled cry. No shoulder rub, nor clutches

Taken, stealthy glances gathered, no; no

Sigh for dream encountered found

Or hand on hand a morning cold

Abolished now as each

In amity must go.

File

Altogether paced, replaced
Oft worn and aft, or scarred
Rough blemished, brought to
Bearing, fought by tor, or boulder,
Cleft, bereft of fancy, trudging on
Upon a tundra fresh and
Sparing none.

Tuck

Some spaces feel like
Home, though not my own,
Or even close, but someone's
Refuge, curled and toasty,
Mild and wanted, someone
Loves here, comforts here, and finds
An impact, reason, justifies a
Word of worlds. Some
Places just embrace
And wait.

Flow

Honey, sail away with

Golden, starry glass in hand

And ride wild serpents, cling

To none, just slide and 

Hide, atomies behind by
Crudely rendered

Sideways lines.

Flinch

Asunder
We are over
Ribbon knot undone
And sober, salient, and
Weary, search for
Balance, search
For meaning, for
A reason, three, or
Twenty, I
Abandoned that impairment,
Fled in angered visage, after
Rant and wailing, failed to make you
See, that though your shoulders
Quaked and eyes afraid, I
Meant to render comprehension
Not to frighten, but
Awaken
You
Withdrew and shrank from
Fist of fury,
Villain I, but
Did I ever
Swing?

Siber

Roundhouse hefts of frozen flay

Awake, astonish iris bright as

Azure, open gaping crater steals,

Ravishes away breath puffs and mind

Leaves only moment, being.

This

and Here

and what is Now?

and I and All 

and nothing is the same.

13 point 1

...and on.

Drear, though I signed up

For this. Paid up

For this, I lag. A limp

A sip, another shade-wisp

Desert's winter chill a bliss

A stirring drum beat chorus,

Times with heart thuds, jars,

A friendly shoulder by, a flash

Did I smile? Did I make the fancy

Face to show, to keep a

False-laid memory enjoyed, 

Save pained intensity, what

Madness brought this anguish

Begged and traveled, cried to 

Pace, to place in pointless 

Phoenix race?