Aural rush
hush now, for a moment
gather these abstract things
but as I piece together
night's deft serenade
what will my dreams
remember of me
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Upon Thinking
Ministry in the cathedral
of the gravitational mind
perpetually compacting
external stimulation
cataloged by volume
chapter
verse
and word
© 2011
of the gravitational mind
perpetually compacting
external stimulation
cataloged by volume
chapter
verse
and word
© 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
B-Grade
There is madness in me.
Undisclosed aberration
playing like B grade film
with its grains, black/white.
The sight of you,
desaturated hues.
A suburban bad dream.
Give the hubby a kiss on the cheek,
off to play.
Secrets to make.
I'm the...
(change the reel)
*published in Turbulence Magazine
© 2010
Undisclosed aberration
playing like B grade film
with its grains, black/white.
The sight of you,
desaturated hues.
A suburban bad dream.
Give the hubby a kiss on the cheek,
off to play.
Secrets to make.
I'm the...
(change the reel)
*published in Turbulence Magazine
© 2010
Where I Left Off
When i stop to think,
i mark my place with you.
My bookmark from reality.
I contemplate life,
love and sometimes God.
But when I'm done
i go back and find you.
Right where i left off.
© 2010
i mark my place with you.
My bookmark from reality.
I contemplate life,
love and sometimes God.
But when I'm done
i go back and find you.
Right where i left off.
© 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Eclipse
Past outreached tips
fingers strain to reach
white turns to red
suitor's love beseech
could I
I would
caress you
till his warm return
©2010
Winter Haiku
cold stays all repeal
interned beneath winter glaze
seed waits spring reprieve
......
bare the snowflake skin
white tide of winter rising
blankets mottled land
© 2010
interned beneath winter glaze
seed waits spring reprieve
......
bare the snowflake skin
white tide of winter rising
blankets mottled land
© 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Muse
I am a firm believer that my Muse is responsible for my creative adventures. Dropping ideas into my brain in ways that let me write. I wish I knew (her) name. She comes and goes, on her schedule it seems driving me mad when she disappears for extended periods of time.
Fool
Deception lies in the jester
with his jangling, colorful crown
dancing with pseudo abandon
drawing the royalty round
queens can't contain cackling
kings remark on his skill
yesterday juggling oranges
today, the royal guards steel
he heightens the frenzy in stages
two blades, then four, then six
one for each of the monarchs.
he strikes with a flick of his wrist
the cackling queens die laughing
kings hearts, excised from their chest
knights, pages and princess
bleeding red like the rest
He has entertained through the ages
living by one morbid rule
laugh if you must at the jester
but never think him a fool.
©2010
with his jangling, colorful crown
dancing with pseudo abandon
drawing the royalty round
queens can't contain cackling
kings remark on his skill
yesterday juggling oranges
today, the royal guards steel
he heightens the frenzy in stages
two blades, then four, then six
one for each of the monarchs.
he strikes with a flick of his wrist
the cackling queens die laughing
kings hearts, excised from their chest
knights, pages and princess
bleeding red like the rest
He has entertained through the ages
living by one morbid rule
laugh if you must at the jester
but never think him a fool.
©2010
Fairy
They found their peace in fields of green
these Elves who lost their heads
one was white, one was black
now both lay gray and dead
A debate, it seems, was raging hot
on the best way to kill gnomes
so engrossed in being right
they wandered from the road
Standing there in knee high grass
exchanging hateful words
neither heard the swift approach
of the Fairy they disturbed
With vicious slash of razor steel
heads lay at their feet
after tidying up a bit
the Fairy went back to sleep
©2010
these Elves who lost their heads
one was white, one was black
now both lay gray and dead
A debate, it seems, was raging hot
on the best way to kill gnomes
so engrossed in being right
they wandered from the road
Standing there in knee high grass
exchanging hateful words
neither heard the swift approach
of the Fairy they disturbed
With vicious slash of razor steel
heads lay at their feet
after tidying up a bit
the Fairy went back to sleep
©2010
A Walk in the Woods
I happened upon a poor maiden fair
at the edge of Wildflower Glen
seems the trolls have had their way
and relieved her of her skin
Blue bird song sings me along
beneath a brilliant blue sky
there in my path, squished rather flat
her suitor, missing his eyes
I meander along the springtime bloom
and stumble upon their steed
bones and brains and guts remain
missing though, most of the meat
Oh, what a journey and story to tell
when I finally reach my roost
where our troll family sits and gingerly sips
on young lover horse meat soup
©2010
at the edge of Wildflower Glen
seems the trolls have had their way
and relieved her of her skin
Blue bird song sings me along
beneath a brilliant blue sky
there in my path, squished rather flat
her suitor, missing his eyes
I meander along the springtime bloom
and stumble upon their steed
bones and brains and guts remain
missing though, most of the meat
Oh, what a journey and story to tell
when I finally reach my roost
where our troll family sits and gingerly sips
on young lover horse meat soup
©2010
Changing
Changing the river
its course and flow
starts with the eddy's
that swirl round my toes
I've shucked my good socks
plopped on the dock
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing the seasons
winters cold skies
starts with the sunshine
behind my blue eyes
my arm gives a whip
flat rock is skipped
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing my thinking
my wants and needs
starts with the swaying
of the cattail reeds
to skivvies I've stripped
in for a dip
and I wave
as the barges drift by
©2010
its course and flow
starts with the eddy's
that swirl round my toes
I've shucked my good socks
plopped on the dock
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing the seasons
winters cold skies
starts with the sunshine
behind my blue eyes
my arm gives a whip
flat rock is skipped
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing my thinking
my wants and needs
starts with the swaying
of the cattail reeds
to skivvies I've stripped
in for a dip
and I wave
as the barges drift by
©2010
Rennovation Needed
I fell off the floor today
and landed somewhere lower
"Come here" she said,
"I'll kiss your boo boo better"
She stubs my toe
and I fall again
Face down on the cold tile floor
I notice the grout is dirty
"Honey, our grout is dirty"
"Has been for some time" she says
©2010
and landed somewhere lower
"Come here" she said,
"I'll kiss your boo boo better"
She stubs my toe
and I fall again
Face down on the cold tile floor
I notice the grout is dirty
"Honey, our grout is dirty"
"Has been for some time" she says
©2010
One of those days
The day created, once again,
a sourness in my gut
much to the dismay
of the fellow next to me
on the bus ride home
In my defense,
his pus filled complaints
about nothing and everything
strained things inside me so much
I made a deposit on his suit
Most of the other humans
were repulsed
A few true blue
open minded souls like myself
saw the justice and helped
drown out his yelling
with uncontrolled laughter
©2010
a sourness in my gut
much to the dismay
of the fellow next to me
on the bus ride home
In my defense,
his pus filled complaints
about nothing and everything
strained things inside me so much
I made a deposit on his suit
Most of the other humans
were repulsed
A few true blue
open minded souls like myself
saw the justice and helped
drown out his yelling
with uncontrolled laughter
©2010
Houston, I have a problem
Flight plan stained with coffee
no help from mission control
should I be this close to Neptune
did I forget to pitch and roll
Mr. Armstrong must be laughing
but he just went to the moon
for Gods sake I'm an astronaut
they pay me to know what to do
Flip on the retro thrusters
and turn the whirligigs dial
good thing I packed extra undies
i'm gonna be out here a while
©2010
no help from mission control
should I be this close to Neptune
did I forget to pitch and roll
Mr. Armstrong must be laughing
but he just went to the moon
for Gods sake I'm an astronaut
they pay me to know what to do
Flip on the retro thrusters
and turn the whirligigs dial
good thing I packed extra undies
i'm gonna be out here a while
©2010
In Passing
Sharing the space of waiting
Making small talk,
said she found me strange
in an interesting sort of way
She watched me when I wasn't looking
and looked away when I was
Because of this I kept it simple
Saving the games I play for another day
(Last call for the bus to Memphis)
With that we said goodbye
I took a moment, just to look
so she would stay in my head
as I was led away by the call of home
©2010
Making small talk,
said she found me strange
in an interesting sort of way
She watched me when I wasn't looking
and looked away when I was
Because of this I kept it simple
Saving the games I play for another day
(Last call for the bus to Memphis)
With that we said goodbye
I took a moment, just to look
so she would stay in my head
as I was led away by the call of home
©2010
Crash Into the Night
A corpse confined to the tortures
of a slow right lane
asphalt offering up a lullaby
saying it's ok to close my eyes
as I crash into the night
pointless miles behind me
torment me to the point
of taking the last exit into oblivion
©2010
of a slow right lane
asphalt offering up a lullaby
saying it's ok to close my eyes
as I crash into the night
pointless miles behind me
torment me to the point
of taking the last exit into oblivion
©2010
Scream, my machine
Scream, my machine
hollow echos rolling harsh
beyond headlight glow
road map torn
sign posts gone
edge of the world
looming close
night, concealing time
cover distance
I cannot comprehend
forced to run
never done
final destination
predisposed
©2010
hollow echos rolling harsh
beyond headlight glow
road map torn
sign posts gone
edge of the world
looming close
night, concealing time
cover distance
I cannot comprehend
forced to run
never done
final destination
predisposed
©2010
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