shit run
but it wasnt my way
You kick my chair with
your steady feet
while the world banks
away full of yards
with smokey old memories
lurking cars

Gleam your peepers like
a vengeful cat
eating ice cream

I wait till your tail stops
thumping on the floor
I know the claws retracted
you keep hidden

Im your mouse you feel
but I will eat you whole
one day

Smile the dare emerges
in wild eyed rush
we keep love
in a box

scandals rag
on a roll

...

Nostalgic clap, clap dance

What a lovely dance you portray
nostalgia overcame me reading this
as I once held her close and tight
right in the middle of the floor
all glared with open wild and wide eyes
as they saw,
I pulled her in and tickled her here and there
unmindful of the others glare
they all did smile and stare
then clapped as I kissed her then and there

My fingertips explore soft, silky strands
that loop in auburn curls, all tinged with gold,
and tangle, oh so gently, in my hands,
as if they never want let go their hold.

I stare in pure, adoring, dumb devotion,
believing, truly, heaven here has come,
while sinking into double depths of ocean
that seem to say, 'I'll never leave you Mum.'

serve on the dishes for table nine,
they wish ham in the advent of harm
charm swipes, beloved, to cater daily needs
and this Chinese man sushi alive
imperatives of table ten too, served
doorposts in the white haired convene,
brunette and blonde, the skin of waters;
suffering means nothing if suffering does not feel
butlers bring the kingcup, eye liners, ocean liners

roll you away
your rotten to the core
bad for the teeth
Though your sweet
and swift
with the flesh much tempting

Oblivion twixt jars full of
sun
the dappled hair
in clouds shoulder
Your color emerges
from the shade
of your brow
and the illness
milling for a row
pulls against its
stays

Gleaming buffed
on a garment
skipping a tune

with both hands
leaning
like a heart
shiny and dripping

I taste a hunger
That need
wanted

Superficial love

Admiration
verbose compliments
all seeking attention
only for the main purpose
indirect approach
to the lower regions
of self desired gratification

perhaps you may fall into their trap
and
then they say
we all do praise,
for you as you help us make do
what ?
is just up to your imagination
what can happen in the blindness
sheer cover of darkness
and ignorance

I lay awake a night of squalling rain
and list for that I heard once long ago,
of pipe and string that plied a mournful strain,
an Elfish song of sorrow, sage and slow.

‘Twas heard by me the first when but a child,
a song of ruthe amidst a nameless storm.
Though lyricless it spoke of faith defiled
and false respect that took a heinous form.

The bathroom quest in the wee hours
not to be taken lightly.
No lights please!
An attempt to preserve what’s
left of my retinas.

I feel my way out of bed and along the walls to
that porcelain oasis in the night.
Then "Eureka" and a sigh of relief.
Mission accomplished!

Dry feet an indication of accuracy within
a qualifying standard.
But daylight inspection will be
the better judge of marksmanship.
And now to retrace those careful
steps to that waiting bed

they face you, eyes un-swaddled
- men outstretched on crosses
chained to icons of mercy
though mercy denied

through the stillness of darkness
a strong calm voice rings out
Amazing Grace softly begun
taken up one by one, until
eight voices sing in unison

a rattling cacophony of fire
as you blindly follow
the order of the lowered sword

eight hearts pierced
eight souls fall

and in an unquiet silence
I am left to ponder
how do you feel
you men behind the guns?