Somethin’ very good ‘s happen’
while Azure Cantilena
gingles on my mind – self-curving latitudes
of spritzful euphoria.
Chili in tiny bowls – and then chill out – The Sunset
......
A weapon is a comfort is a
weapon. The street we lived
doesn’t really go anywhere but
sometimes I drive by to see
the church and the trees. I
talked about my work for a
little too long yesterday and
your shadow showed up on
the studio wall. The only
thing keeping me from feel-
......
Cool overnight rains, bear a fresh burst of spring,
Peach and pink hues grace gardens, youthful playing!
Pale lemony sunshine, at warmth's golden beginning,
And everywhere you roam, there's a novel happening.
Pink butterflies in circles, a bronzed loop de loop,
And masses of cherry blossoms, preceding red fruit.
The grass so green, pearl dewdrops gone one by one,
Like the shadows that flee, in feverish awe of the sun!
That old man in the chair
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
The girl I left behind
A cherished memory, etched on my mind
The tides of time ripping us apart,
as I drift farther and farther away
Her, a static point on the beach of memories
And I, facing the future on the horizon
The sky our sole connection
With stars in her eyes
A lover of the sunrise
......
Electric
Bolts across spine, down arms
Shocks wrists
Tingles palms
Tickles upon my neck, shivers my thighs
......
I had dreams of a life
not long ago,
angels meet beyond our horizon,
in this heavenly nothing where everything glows; we knew,
we know.
Lucid, morose, palm trees,
no way home. Don't go,
let go, get low, won't stand too close
Unclean, more fiend, I am
your dose,
......
Somethin’ very good ‘s happen’
while Azure Cantilena
gingles on my mind – self-curving latitudes
of spritzful euphoria.
Chili in tiny bowls – and then chill out – The Sunset
......
For the one who would take on a god in his hearth, in his home,
Small, all alone.
Skinny and bare, bolder than you'd hope but not as bold as you might think.
What else to reach for if not higher,
What else to pray to if not sky fire?
The hand in its place has no chance to erase
The pain of the days long gone by.
The ankh round the neck is a drag, a behest,
A reminder that gods too shall die.
......
I saw a book when I was young,
the words weren’t read, they were sung.
It sang to me like the bird calls the sky,
like the flower calls the cloud to call the rain when it’s dry.
It sang to me like the sand calls the waves,
like hollow calls empty and echos call caves.
It sang to me like stars call lovers,
......