gazing into nevermore

I see sadness and joy

yesterday's sleep

covers me

in the ash of time

I dream

as deaths wings

extinguish your light

we considered

the great sleep

in hushed tones

a simple wish

took shape

now

with the lessening

of the light,

whispers list

a ragged breath

our time runs out

there are no words

left unspoken,

and now silence

grips the night

Day Out

Sheep white against the deep greens.
And waterfalls
like painters’ mistakes
cascading in milky, mile long lines.

Half finished towns
crouch too close to the road, ramshackled wood
painted bright colours or stained deep red.
Mapuche ride horses, ponchos grubby from work,
stray dogs lick puddles and I practice my Spanish,
rehearsing words.. parade, estaciones.

A winding road of black broken rock
up to hill-billy farms;
rabbits, goats graze and horses
lean out to look us over.

Let's sit beneath this poplar's shade
on this late spring afternoon
while heat shimmers distort the glade
summer time is coming soon

Drops of sweat dive off my nose
but we can drink some cold sweet tea
we're down to the minimum of clothes
to still maintain propriety

Bumbling bees provide a hum
as they pollinate the varied flowers
the tuneless background leaves me numb
after hearing it for hours

distant drums did beat
that lonely night
when I was all alone
sleeping in the veiled forest
life seemed to drudge along
there was none to hear my song
in the far distant time at night
I heard drums on my transistor
some folks were like me
in a far off jungle merrying
they must have been lonely too
but they were enjoying
as much as I wished to

Look at that old couple there
slowly strolling their own way
him with hardly any hair,
while hers has become streaked with gray
as younger crowds swirl all around

And while they walk their private path
they smile and recall days gone by
sometimes sharing a soft laugh
quickly absorbed by blue sky
as if there'd never been a sound

The black dog

caught up with me

darting from shadow

to shade, I see the

bloodshot eyes

of a rabid hell

he stalks with ears laid back

slowly baring white fangs

my legs turn to jelly

the end may be here

In silence I give in

walking into the mist

with the smell of death

permeating everything 

there is no running now

no escape from his hell

I am bound to watch

as he rips at my entrails

The darkened moon was somewhere
I could feel it on my skin
Like a cold embracing tomb-shroud
As the stain of age-old sin

I roamed this ancient city
Only shadows did I meet
In the ramparts,on the rooftops
Twisted shadows in the street

China Doll
With eyes of glass
Cry invisible tears
Each time you pass

Molded lips
painted red
Silent words
Never said

Carelessly tossed
With all the scraps
One of life's cruel mishaps

Broken limbs
Tiny pieces
Glued haphazardly
Alone she sits
In her misery

gaunt thirst
tethered against a tight leash
scope focused
upon the cull

slender thigh
silk covered
backlit sun
beneath the underbrush

soft rainfall upon parched lips
reason smears
wet upon the trigger

locked unloaded
instincts bewail
the execution

deep tracks
history muddles the clean trail
excrement offerings
sign the pursuit

history of knowledge
experience honed
he bends to kiss the trail

reverence sharpened
indecision cautioned

hunter hunted

she falls
backboned and heel bare
struck
alive with light

television blare

her blonde perfect head
the angel mouth

there are wildfires of
storms ringing through
a fresh mind

lightning in her arms
tightening her spine
the thunder realms

vibratto

gran mals her gram
says
her ovid pupil
relfecting the worried
smile
of the youthful inflection

..