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I dreamed of making love to,
two maidens under a desert sky.
One was name death, the other life.
Both melted into my pores, as we made love.
Alpha and Omega, creating a universe in the sand.
Ribbons of onyx and umber burst forth from our joining.
walking, waliking
under the tenderness of the moon
staring, smiling
at the stars not at gloom
crying, asking
"why do i have to leave so soon?"
There is someone in the morning.
Some one you may barely see.
But it is always there.
To be with you and never leave.
It is there when you speak.
But will never disturb.
When you go take a walk.
It is there beside you it will lie.
But it won’t be absurd
It is there when you are swimming in a pool.
It is there when you think you’re alone.
It is there when your pick it up.
It is there when you’re on the phone.
It is there when you’re outside.
It is there when you’re watching TV.
Acute Ingenuity
I must covet the images that run scared.
Quivers of scenes move unhurried
From the outer edges.
Past specters seeped in-between my pores,
While I was looking.
Hiding in the pigment until the rage was the
Perfect hue.
Not sane, not insane.
Illogical proviso dangle and entice my
Madness.
They have remained covert since the
Foray.
Focus now. . You can see them
Move beneath the skin.
Upward.
A march to madness.
Only a mind mass can obstruct
Effectively.
Acute Ingenuity
I must covet the images that run scared.
Quivers of scenes move unhurried
From the outer edges.
Past specters seeped in-between my pores,
While I was looking.
Hiding in the pigment until the rage was the
Perfect hue.
Not sane, not insane.
Illogical proviso dangle and entice my
Madness.
They have remained covert since the
Foray.
Focus now. . You can see them
Move beneath the skin.
Upward.
A march to madness.
Only a mind mass can obstruct
Effectively.
Acute Ingenuity
I must covet the images that run scared.
Quivers of scenes move unhurried
From the outer edges.
Past specters seeped in-between my pores,
While I was looking.
Hiding in the pigment until the rage was the
Perfect hue.
Not sane, not insane.
Illogical proviso dangle and entice my
Madness.
They have remained covert since the
Foray.
Focus now. . You can see them
Move beneath the skin.
Upward.
A march to madness.
my dear, dear Nana,
now dead and buried
such an awfully
long, long time ago,
do you really think
I have forgotten you?
on the contrary,
at your memory
my heart yet throbs:
I remember both you …
and the while you taught me—
a snot-nosed brown-eyed
dark-haired six-year-old—
so sweetly … thoughtfully
just how to proper
ope an olden book
of much-loved collections
of class’cal poetry
it was Rob who said
he would not lie,
that he’d much rather die …
it was Rob who said
he’d just as soon be dead
than go too quickly up
to heaven’s feathered bed …
it was Rob who said—
thick lips betraying not a hint …
of whether truth
or not he spoke or said—
that today’s good deed
by him was done
in jest and all in fun …
but after hearing all of that,
what Rob told he did or said
I can’t or shan’t believe …
I spied an elf
Sitting righteously
On the parson’s
Mantel shelf,
A naughty elf,
All dressed in green,
Who did not very well
Explain himself …
When then asked if perhaps
He was a leprechaun,
With reluctance he did say,
No. I checked my DNA;
I’m just an elf.
I stood firm ashore
by the inland sea …
awaiting sign or word,
I had hoped,
of your love for me.
I waited long, I waited hard—
but for naught.
Twould seem your plighted
fondness suffers
from dry rot.
Aft this longsome lingering,
finally I am free …
to fall in love
with someone else,
evidently.