Eyes open sunken and blank
as if fate had pulled a prank
eyeballs in rubor
pupils in tumor
sans any tear in their bank

I sat ever so silently,
Not a whisper escaping my soul.
What's true-
Might not always be reality,
Nothing is ever built whole.
I watched the birds fly,
All across the deep azure-
Of the sky,
Circling in depth of my eyes-
And then I realized,
I was staring at an ocean.

She sat inside her ice-cream life
and guessed the number of
bingo markers it might take
to win the jackpot.
Sometimes she questioned why
so many people drove her
crazy. Insulted her.
She divided her friends and lovers
into good and bad directions.

It was raining outside when
she began to cook the supper.
The stove was hot she was cold.
She was always cold in her house,
in her ice vein kitchen with
the pretty white lace curtains
and the yellow-green walls.

a talker not a thinker
no faster than a drinker
wild wests
rattle snakes
put movement on the blinker

RAWRIDEMINHIDE!

spurred boots and grit
hang onto that shit
an appaloosa's
coming soon
to chomp the bloody bit

stripes streak disarray
the suede black shush of sky
sleeps sleek
while ghost trace velvet
falls like down
parapet of heaven sown

beneath the gentle of the
night gapes
shadows
broken
stewn thrown
the rubble stubble
rising through
the softness
pureness
newer
few

like steps
raised weak
upon the calm
like words
drawled new
a landscapes
balm

a worn wind
whirls
closed of the sights
a restless world
alive and bright

The sky, dyed in a crimson red,
veils the night in grimness
could it be a sign of what lies ahead?
The star you used to be ,no longer glow ,
obscured by treachery
which you have spun and sewn,

I saw it all, through the window of my grief
I never dream that you will betray me