For My Muse...
Oh gentle, flowing muse bound in beauty
Bereft of voice and verse, I mourn your hymn
Your silence proves I've disgraced my duty
Too early, too early we dread the dawning dim
Tho your heart aches, for what I do not know
In secrets' shadows, anguish comes to live
Stilled above, your sorrow cuts you deep below
And we long to learn if memories forgive
But I here your song, berceuse to my soul
Ever-present that peace you found in me,
So I sing to soothe, to make your spirit whole
I listen with hope, for solace to free
That we may sing the sunrise into heaven
and cherish the allure of life we're given
Closet Candy
As she drifts off to sleep, watching
her closet creeps in slipping shadows,
Mutates in the queasy stagger of dreams,
a reliquary for childhood memories
Kept under lock and key by a time warn thief,
contents vandalized and abandoned,
Stranded between flesh inflicted ignominy,
vile, bile flavored phobic revulsion
and that dissociative confusion,
That year's later leaves her playing
with the first and third person in context
retreating from reality to grant her story
to some imagined other, so eventually
when her eye's fall closed and her closet
sneaks up to eat her, it's not consuming her but me
Dal Niente
Rest, peace among the trees
Flighty eyes still half dreaming
Three-thirty stutters, four a.m flutters
Alight upon starry-eyed cheeks
In the dawning warbles and tweets,
yawning on the morning breeze
Whispers of life-
swimming in the preludes of morn,
Pooling together
in that sapphire dayspring
So that I may wake
or lie in wait,
Listening to Great Mother's voice
as the darkness feigns to linger
A Lost Scent
Long before autumn embellishes trees-
Encompassing and beset with wildfire;
'Fore the wind drinks in that wintry breeze,
before the leaves and ladybugs retire
Whilst lovers tread those summer-warn ways,
Down paths and toward wooded embrasures;
While that precocious evening falls in haste
and the sun sings, mounting fallen measures
Here, in that breath before autumn descends,
Before the Earth ever knows she needs rest;
The incense of burning foliage transcends,
a hushed impression of autumns request
That twilight reverie of seasons close;
A scent, lost on lovers in soft repose
Edible Ideas
I don't think.
Not outside the box
or within,
But the box thinks
outside of me, for me
Implanting
messages in my beheading,
Little bits of cardboard chips
swimming in dead-brain
gray-matter stew,
Twitching
like little dancing shrimp,
Still kicking as I eat them,
Re-digest and feed them
to you all
Just some sadistic chick,
regurgitating reality
and spewing for her siblings
___________________________
The clock winking, each lid kissed
With a scrawling tattoo of
3:47 3:47 3:47...
Till it turns
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I mimic
Switching sides
Pulling away from time
Blinking back tear-laden dreams
___________________________
Everything rots, no evasion
It's staring back at me
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