Hummingbird,

Reflecting shattered
strains of
stained glass light,
invoking the laws of physics...

You,

Threaded a muted conversation
through soup can telephones
into this delusional bubble
within the Novocaine fog.

Unexpected disruption
in my comfortable illusion,
grating vibration buzzing in...

Inadvertently excavating
that secret chamber,
pressure sealed,

Only to find there are no treasures inside.....

the links
upon the sprocket whirl
agog with the heady
crush happy girl
headlong
with a speedo spun
a crazy turn
and your daddies gun
you make them all
on your run

Turn and Burn

Beneath a ripe sun
golden hazed
the west coast
seashore
you have made
from midwest
corn belt
thunderous skies
down lengths
of smooth and
angled thighs

Riding out
dangerous
riot and wild
Riding out
headlong
unbroken
and tried

Back to school excitement
Memories from long ago
Spring flowers sprouting.

Roaring school busses
At the crack of dawn
In expectation first day of school.

Everybody's wearing new clothes
Adorning new sneakers
Chatter filling the hallways.

Many hating to return
Others joyous to be back
Old friends new friends happy greeting.

She yearns for L O V E

Your first love....
As you say
has gone away....
left you loving astray.....

recalling on hay!
have another one from today...
so many loves in this poem...
read by so many
just ...do away

love is sweet
when you say
love me just once

but love be true o boy
what a lovely joy

what will I ever do without you?
You alone are my life long beau

My sweetest heart
''I love you...'''

balm burn tiger worlds
like loves jungle tangle
smouldering in its mists
moonlit sonato trails
epoch ghosts and
spirits infantile
crying weak in shadows
like a wound festering
now
growing rapid and angry
consumption gone ravage
as the gangrene of
doubts crawls and climbs
like no tomorrow

take time to soothe
the disease
slake it with its
tease
go over the words
and the calls
settle the dark
let it please

NIGHT SHADOWS

The Night brings a special silence
that quiets the strident noise of day
painful to a tired soul and dying spirit.
I look to the mysteries that the darkness holds
with eyes not blinded by the cacophony
of living.

There is a mystery in Night's darkness
a truth we seek but rarely see.
there is a calm in Night's shadows
that steadies the mind and opens the heart
to other possibilities of existence.

But of course

I am still in school of thoughts
when to pull up my socks

when will she look at me
when will I do what

perhaps a kiss
but the fatso there
alone at me does stare
how to avoid the black horn one
I am scared

so I leave the school from the back door
all are unaware
till I see another guy
kiss the one
for whom I my whole life would lay bare