In the glimmer of light shining through the Texas Pines
I stand still near dusk aware of a presence a voice.
“Who are you?” I ask startled by the tone and choice

moons like cream
the rivers wide
(prolli deep there baby)
windshields cleared
squeegee jockeys with
their bucket of blue
Brave ones dive in
but the tire iron beside
the emerg handle
deters the wickedly brave
Rolling Thunder
"Satisfaction" cranked
kicked out from the power
amp
custom install
Thumper II
wind whips the ragtop
sucks out the reefer
smoke bittersweet
clenched in whats left
of the teeth
Fuck em!
impala eatin' up the miles
streetlights like halos
I remember the angels
trailing back through time
like a burning town
like the pretty fires
Kerosene and bad blood
Toni the Tiger
beneath the lattice
one park light
stripped like a white Bengal
even at noon
she was pale as moondust
Powder her friends call her
white as the line
white as this moon
the giant round flat factory tanks
and burning torches of the gasworks
that smell that hung in the air
a tangy putrid rotteness that
just makes you hang on to
anything good

slowed down to double nickels
let the trucks like caravans roll
full of lights

all I wanted was a friend
from the Labryrinth of Lost
all I found was the land of
Rain
tatooed with the ecstacy
of pain...

Sprouting shoots of Spring
Nature’s bounty emerging
Anew beginning

Summer’s wind flowing
Celestial star’s orb glowing
Flowers are blooming

Drying leaves curling
Fall’s colours encompassing
Autumn abounding

Nipping air chilling
Grounded snow flakes whitening
Winter descending

here comes the winter
hold her hand
a pocket door souveneir
pasted to the flaw
white gold
white gold

silver bullets
shoot the moon
remember the
scent that hung
in the room
gnger snaps
and butterscotch
a bandage on a knee
seasons snoozing
the wind is wooring
like fresh graves
carefree

tinned things
needful eyes
watch alert
from the picture
snaps
the bureau
with the sticky drawer

impious shrimp
and lobster clans
parade through clouds
of salted sand
impervious to
a shirking god
they go forth
happy as clams

and multiply

oh! this foolish, tasteless god;
wasting bacon, and
forsaking arthropods for
milk and honey

REALLY?!

this mythical business
(and its proscriptive foods)
will never affect the way I dine
I'll write my own menu...thank you!
(sans phony-bologna
and watered wine)

She came just to inspire me
and has left
as a passing desert wind
a fast flowing river
flakes of snow
flying autumn leaves also
and
left all lights to glow
now there is left nothing more to show

She has left for some wonderland
where seeds of creativity
she will also sow
and my dearest poetic friend
I let her go
not because I had a choice or so
but she just wanted to go
with Times flow

Okay, this isn't a poem, but thought I'd better point out that poems and comments are posted, even though when you press publish or save it comes up with 'site error'.
So no need to repost thinking the system has lost you in cyber space. It hasn't, just a glitch, which I'm sure someone who can sort these things will pick up soon.
Cheers Jx

In the middle of my life, I awakened
My soul smelled of leather and brittle grass
Sun dried by loitering and simple inattention

The unseen currents from years of self absolution,
Trifling in each instance, but powerful when joined
Had secretly pushed me out to sea

How pitiful
To be convicted by mere common sense
Sent to stand in front of the jury in the mirror

How alarming
To come face to face
With the lazy liar that had stolen so much

Shot in the chest by military aces
Died a little victim of countless fears
Unresponsive to her father's frantic embraces
Unaware of the chorus of heart-rending tears.

One more casualty in an endless struggle
Another death in the battle to survive
With enemies increasingly in a muddle
One more life denied its right to thrive.

the dastardly deeds of dead men
are as dead as they are

I reserve my contempt for the present

crybabies

if only-ers
but...but...but-ers
me, me, mine-ers
we're all the same-ers
poor pitiful me-ers

talentless wannabes
full of should
haters of is

whiny ass pussys

go fuck yourselves