atrocities of flood
awash in ivory
hued and broken
the beams

Our slate endowment
written
beneath the fury
of the pain

depths driven
like finger lights
rivened

beyond the stars...
some day we may meet..
if only...

you know not the way ....
this life has now gone. away..
with the setting sun ...

we may meet in the far folds of time ...
when once again...
I am young........

and
for you then a desired one
for fun
not during this life's run..............................

for none know me
what!

we belong to
the universe...
where life does traverse...
in lovely verse

I recall a time when communication was as easy
As rain falling, innumerable thoughts condensing
as droplets from eaves

And then evaporating as they should
Without the need to record the feat
Of embracing gravity

A Bakelite phone clinging to the wall
with umbilical longing
The cable extending to the son that would

ring them all, eventually
On an unadulterated, innocent line
of no interest to the state at all

five weeks.
it's an awful long time, if you ask me.
all the worry and the nerves and the upset
they were all for naught -
and that's a good thing, too -
because if one day is closer to happiness
imagine what five weeks mean.
five weeks mean everything has faded
five weeks mean there is hope
five weeks mean maybe she won't be embarrassed of the overhead light
and five weeks mean
the chance for five more.

At the rusted gates standing, alone and naked
-
jeered at by the guard who thinks I won't make it
-
what they don't know is assassin's blood
-
that flows through me in tornadic flood
-
-
The fantasies and stories and campfire tales
-
are my history, mystery, science, and sails
-
I fight dragons with penstroke, and ogres with keys
-
their legends my life, their tall-tales my breeze
-
-

Mother's bane
a total disappointment.

Combat boots
and studded jeans.

The perfect contradiction
from multicolored hair to tattooed feet.

Poster child for emotional chaos
tradition's worst nightmare.

Rebuking society
stereotypes gone to hell

Leaving unforgettable fingerprints
the writing's on the wall.

sure my mind is a jigsaw puzzle what it says when heaven knows I fill in all gaps where the rivers flow and that you do know shall post some more guffaws all will love all my flaws then go rolling on the floor what do they say rfoll etc or lol be it so be it happy shall compose more as i get out of thei going and coming like one does on a see saw or sea shore and soon I will compose myself as before what a poetic wow

rivers of leaves
falling like snow
their shadows like notes
on the promenade
rails

the surf
captured
in its race
towards the north

islands of clouds
subdued
Gitane and Chanel

seasons of the sea
cascading
like brilliant jewels
insoluble
in heartsong

vibrant and headstrong

She walked the world in servile frocks
and slept on cottage floors,
beneath the sun and bonnet rims
behind the hovel doors she slept
but oh, she must have dreamed.

She must have lived another life
beyond the rags and blazing hearth
She must have loved with loves
she never dared to look
right in the eye.

She dreamed of ghosts,
she wrote of them
and now, like them she roams
from mind to mind,
and places dark and lonely as her grave.

Where Eagles Fly

I am an eagle flying
elliptical
taken by the wind
in a dance of one
fading into forgetfulness
with the setting sun