Silver infection
the fingers of time
have slipped behind
an edge and travelled
like a forest mould
Albino branches
pure as Hemlock
Foraging
in the sliver of reflection
A tub faucet whispers
and drips
weeping in the darkness
a windowlight is faint
this far into its reach
Twilight era
between morning or
dusk and the black
of Midnight
Those dance dreamers
knocking loose the
thumbtack illusions
on the wall
of delusion
falling like useless
wings

Does privacy really exist
or has it become
a metaphor in the world
which embrace technology?

When govenment llies
as they spy on the ignorant,
who can we trust
to keep our secrets now?

The eyes we cannot see,
they hide behind the veils
while they stripped us all
of our rights to be discreet

My heart races
My skin tingles
I'm scared again!
Every thought spinning around my head.
If I tried to follow,
I'd snap my neck!

Racing turns to pounding
Tingles turn to numbness
Why am I So afraid?
Any and all insecurities rise to the surface.
If this is who I am,
I don't want to live.

My chest hurts
but my body numb.
Is this what dying is?
Sheer panic holds me down, unable to move.
If I die,
Where will I go?

To the girl who fought for me,
and followed me,
and pursued me.
To you, and you alone.

To the girl who fought for me,
to the only one,
the one and only.
To you.

There was a time
I was married to many things,
and there was a time,
when I was let go of.

But there you were,
you and your feather touch,
the quiet victor.

I know
your eyes and your nose and the beating sounds of your heart.
And I know
that you know mine.

Sunlight stews
foliage above woven
like hair
a Lover's Weave
encased in Silver
this sky is such
slick air a greasy
clamminess

Sitting on a picnic
table carving an
intricate runic design
thin bladed sting
Her leather boots
are expensive
Odd
curious and
that diamond
glittering
firing like a fountains
tiny bouquet

chase cut

TEMPUS

melancholy Time moving
in circles eternal.
devouring all it touches
leaving nothing behind
no chance to know the present,
barely remembering yesterday,
not sure what tomorrow brings
caught in the vortex of its own nature.

open the freezer and hear the voice
of the fan rushing
the dry chill skittering across the
wrapped cutlets
the plastic thighs
and legs of poultry
Ice trays with a deposit
of ice
Lean in my forehead
resting on the metal
plastic liner
feel the hum of
the magnetic drive
Hear the insect buzz
of the ballast going
on a kitchen tube
No rain for awhile
the heat clinging
Days arrival the
insects voice ringing
in the jade sweat
of canopy

There’s these wires
Stuck into my heart
Connected to a little box
Tucked into my flesh
Beneath my skin.

It monitors me
Constantly
And occasionally
Fires off a searing jolt
Of electricity
Each time that it decides
What pumps my blood
Isn’t playing fair,

Making sure I do not die
When my heart decides
To leave The rest of me behind,
And that’s okay;
It isn't like I have a choice
If I want to stay Alive.

hardtack black plain
'Mothers" "drive me wild"
cranked through the Jensens
spedometer wavering at
one eighty
as much as this old Holden
can take
no sign of the SHMP units
pass another dead roo
crack open another Vickie Bitter
aint got no P's and Red's
just driving till this days end!!