Run today fast shoes short shorts water bottle.
You’ve Nowhere to be
and here is sweat fledging face and hands and back, away up
and down into small wet crowns on the plastic.

Run today and run and run and run the breath through chapped lips,
lungs thick and filled from purging air that gag the steps.

We staggered and uncovered the graves
With this savaged blood
Drawing out of the fissures
Or at the center where nothing living grows
And on which ambush comes pulleyed.

Our fingers shook as we punched the wits out of the fresco-crypts
But at a turnout flesh along the sweat...the walls didn't move a tear.....but we did
Were we mug enough to hit ourselves?
Were they with the gloves!!

Niagara Falls

I only wish you had been to Niagara
romance never ends there ever,
I would love to have one each day
come what may
winter spring or snow
the Niagara always does love grow

upon my life’s arc
there is a permanent glow
how I wish all of you
sooner than later to Niagara go
to make the most beautiful
of all God's presentations of love
naturally flow

DEATH OF A BROKEN PLANET

By ROBERT DAVIDSON

Often it seems like I have betrayed my world
like a rough lover, mauling
bruising his woman in the dark -
leaving marks upon her skin

In my bomb shelter - I perch on the very edge
as greenhouse gases befoul the air
and choke me like traffic fumes.
I watch my planet burn out like the woman I once raped and left to rot

Along my streets the newsboys cry
the old burnt-out world is dead - a stillborn babe
as sick cities fall like crumbling Babylons

getting to the matter of fact
through an embrace with perks

beneath the shelter of her smile
shine your light on...on,

we let one shine
or to fly...

seek to love a verse will rise
safe from my being

to care for a riddle
seek vast for shelter

love to linger
explorer the horizon

let go with the flow
keep it before the ploy

a kiss for a girl & boy

Here on this beach I wander
Direction seems to have left me
Sand catching at my feet slowing my pace,
The sound of the waves reaching out

I caught a glimpse of something
There in the distance a shadow that grew
It grew into a young woman
She called to me across the sand

“Where are we?” She asked.
I sent out my thoughts to her
It seemed that she caught them
As a smile caressed her lips.

I’ve walked this road a thousand times
and probably a thousand to come
Changes are subtle but still they befuddle
My eyes catch the shifting of some

The mist has arrived in dusks fading light
The shadows that fall now seem twisted
I take cautious steps not knowing why
Now find myself taunt and tight fisted

The concrete seems soft, leaving my mark
Behind me the trail disappears
My eyes are deceiving but ears are receiving
the low groans they suddenly hear

In the near silence of this night
as witching hour soon approaches
I try to overcome my fright,
despite my best it still encroaches.

I'm in this house based on a dare
made in the cheerful light of day
but now I feel dark spirits' stare
all urging me to run away.

Flee this small deserted house!
Flee right now while you still can!
Flee! my mood and mind espouse.
But fleeing isn't in the plan.

Can I run away from my problems?
It chases me as a predator to a prey
Looking to devour
my human sanity,
I have no immunity
from its fangs,
which hovers around
My self-consciousness;
Breaking inner glows
Corrupting rows of thoughts

I think about what I could be
but there ain't no breath in me
Plenty of light but I can't see
Cuz there ain't no breath in me
I'm the empty husk of a hollow tree
There ain't no breath in me
One kind word will set me free
show me what I'm supposed to see
Make me who I'm meant to be
but there ain't no breath in me.