Tick talks
of father time
is menacing

Intrudes
silence of
my solitude

Wrecking
wakeful sleep
like a witch hunt

Dancing
Red roses
Through blue violets

Yellow
White tulips
Sway in the wind

Lovers
Holding hands
The setting sun.

ice melts
fog rises
the pond is gone

frightened
wings swooshing
geese have landed

I am
still running
shores of my past

simple 
peaceful
living within

focused
unwordly
moving upstream 

steady
solitude
please not again

tonight
happiness
secretary

mature
feminine
appreciate

REVIEWED at Behest

Tonight
happiness
Secretary

Mature
feminine
appreciate

Hammer
dangerous
celebration

Howz it any better
imagine the event
with closed eyes

"Shit hole"
hard to fix
for Commander

Gutless
"Fire and Fury"
his empty threat

Tweeting
his Trumpets
to raise alarm

Isn't bald
but wider
my forehead.

Someone
I guess Time
mowed the grass

Moon beams
make me reflect
in diffused light

Broke something for my play
It was never perfect anyway
So I reasoned what to say
That no way would I pay

Here she is, anything
can be asked of her
Sea gravel underfoot
Behind a guillotine before
the soda jerk opens it
to a glass vegetable spread
with cutlass smiles
her mime complexion
in this photograph
to be still life beauty
before a night of trekking
because she only wants
to escape our plan
move away from a Lady in a Lake
through dumb waiter
lobbies filled with hands
crawling to catch her
spilling voodoo guitar hands
The bug carnies sing
the same song

For The Faithful

In this world
where love can be a lie,
sometimes sacrifices
end with a painful goodbye.

Must we turn our faces away,
allowing despair to steal our smiles
when it will lead us astray
and leave us with a taste so vile.

Why let heartbreakers win
after they have offered treachery?
Leave them with their sin
for they don't have honesty.