smiling rays,
i drop a cliff note on
perspective and changing
frames hanging
pieces by the
letter falling
closer in the
midst of post-
daylight frequencies
onlooking longer
at the clamoring
daydreams soft
spoken screeches
and bellowing
whispers in pre-
starlit afterthoughts
wild and transparent
deciding days of
ornamental life
trying for
places stuck in
waysides bending
though cul-de-sac
entryways ending in
authentic life

Heat rising in her cheeks
beneath dewy tears.
The shattered innocence of
a murdered dove.
A child playing the role of an adult.
The young feast upon the mother.
Too soon to start.
Too late to stop.
The cloth is cleansed
yet the stain remains.

stretched the gondola
come ride the black deep
pretty dark sheep
thou offering lamb

candles roam
on water jilted
with the tug of oars
the lantern tin
at prow

with this silence
filled
the sweet little
breathes of awe
the glitter eyes
excited/wary
accentuated
dress an
autumn faery

a caverns constellation
swift
the eyes of shinning
dew
on sticky silk
traps
crawls the hungry
legged lust

this gives me food for thought...
who will you prefer...
as you are about to die....

your wife standing by to see you die...
or the nurse holding your hands and pray...
sir do stay ----
why die on my way....

let me go off today ...
my bf is waiting for me this day..
just for the next nurse
at least do stay

drench
cause
purposes
in cap fallen
dizzy knee
gulps

the fire gasp
gust glow
like the steady
twist
high and higher

tip it in
tilt it out
sadness
and armor
that will sleek
away
the ruin
but not a pretty
youth

yet

the welt of tears
on a windowsill
where you walk
cat footed

come come
with a palm
on the suede

drench rains
i can feel the dampness
of the pain

Even before
a single word was uttered
man cried
man smiled
man laughed

We have words now
fragments of sound
shaped, moulded
to suit our physical needs
but much
remains unexpressed

All language is subservient
to a larger cause –
sound trapped
on tendrils of silence

saucer smile
the clouds
sit in a sink
swirling
and we read
our entrail
dreams
like violent
streams

gossamer
web
bound
bluster
the stitching
wound
the struggling
deciever

carnivore teeth
white as killing
frost
slip down the
vortex
cotton candy
pink
engulfs the
terror of release
twin pupil
darkness
with its whorl
of wet
tinged iris