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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.