parakeet seeing sights of blood
inventing in himself dis-belief
metals collocating preexistence
clop burnishing................
Cain and cane and came.......
down he
fetlock would strangulate common touch,
his poke will batter etiquette
so he still considered loop perch
wise things, and stayed
the humans beneath are splattering
from burnishing wishful stray
long drawn at the guns touch
kissing rain flying the birds
singing of docile spend-thrift
a soldier
soul without body

Foolhardy lovers

They all fall in love
on Face Book
or any sites....
all those who so appear
are not themselves in reality...

many are the humming birds
some chasing living ghosts
some are mad in their musings
thinking them to be shadows

who and why

should they just fall in love
with creatures so strange
they will never meet ever
I say
that again and again

we lay like ruinous worth
the mirror alive with unspoken
movement

a storm mouth of static
from the black ovid speaker
voices voices voices
beneath the hiss

breath of a calling
the darkness
filling up the mirror

rising like a flood

we will float from the
uneven steps of the
landing
in this dream

separate
with one heart
carried in its cage
a bird taken
forth into the
depths

descendant
to breath the air
on the other side

An airplane lost from sight,
where did it go,no one knows...
Through the passing time
speculations grow

Its passengers getting restless
as two hijackers give orders.
Feeling terrified and helpless,
they can only think the worst

A child among them is trembling
her father's head bleeding.
A corpse lying by her side,
telling her that safety is a lie

But even the villains are clueless
to where the plane is heading
and the pilot is troubled
when he lost his bearings

aunt Jennifer's tigers tame across the screen
splatter topaz denizens of a world of green
they do not fell the men falling the tree
they sprig sleek chivalric certainty

aunt Jennifer's fingers fiend through her wool
find even the ivory woven hard to ghoul
the sepia weight of uncle's brown band
sits coupon upon aunt poesy's hand

when aunt is dead her terrified hands will lie
still papyrus with ordeals she was mastered by
the tigers in the same that she made
will go on prancing , proud and fade

sorcerer hue
pallor and twinge

unfurl this shroud
cold canopy
personage

test press a still
lobby
a passage this
play

silences of deliverance
a Sterling light
forever flesh
marbled in quiet
predatory camo

slinking slowly
against taught shadow
torso..

A world of information,
created by technology,
holding tons of data,
both shared and kept in privacy

Some will benefit us
some will corrupt the mind
some may provoke us
some will change our lives

Here a variety of games
can be easily chosen
to chase away boredom
but too much time spent
can cause addiction

Here friendship blooms
between strangers,
defying the great distance
as they reach out
to each other