Crimson Honey

Cynical in silence slaps the twilight problems dance like fireflies in wind a rueful play on words crashing into inner soul a mellow vision simmers in the summer heat impractical in its own way reminiscent of mistakes drawn from the deck clouded mind fumbling thoughts of despair the love on the way-side; stays hidden waiting blindly for an answer languid with rigorous activity disperse the dream into many days castles crumble into ruined bones crystal lake turned to stagnant pools and shadow clings to it all lapse into unconscious chatter about what may have caused the downfall of the doorways … Continue reading Crimson Honey

Verdant

The verdant L shape of lonely imbued with a hazy heart of ache criss-cross applesauce demure in the aftermath of sorrow tomorrow shout it out loud indelible paint splattered on the walls of my empty pocket soul In the remaining of light the reminder’s silhouette is a dark beauty bend my will and contort to form the verdant L shape of lonely tattooed with 50 words for mistake when the adhesion fails to take what is a lonely to do I beseech you to mend my truth I have lost the togethers apart from the forevers and settled into all of … Continue reading Verdant

Lucid

Enveloped, and cresting the dusk of dawn the palace is ancient there are only shadows of ghosts in residence clinging to the false sun above my bed they sometimes whisper nonsense to hear only our answers’ pentameter The thieves mock us in their debutante finery I cannot find the tears for you forever is but a sliver of an instant in the eyes of a god the truth is a fraction of an epic on the tongue of a devil I often wonder what he sees, lost count of the times I have heard others tell his tale our lives … Continue reading Lucid

Something Beautiful

I wanted to make something beautiful… avatar of dragon bone Celtic sworl-painted warrior adorned with cold starlight stare of purest water out of night sword bare statuesque goddess of Greek proportion portrait of love so vast blooming roses painful, profane I wanted to touch something beautiful fumbling naked fingers unworthy buckling harness to steed that should never be mounted As free as thought upon the canvas of naiveté and youth I wanted to see something beautiful majestic Merlin opus of majic mellifluous articulation of perfect runic song echoing in the chambers of every beating heart thrumming in time to the … Continue reading Something Beautiful

bending low

  bending low it’s all the thoughts I cannot express talking slow the words you are forming have no meaning there’s no weight speaking in zero gravity undertow all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday late nights of no tomorrow summer kissing and bottled lightning sweet nothings and keg parties mushrooms and marijuana dust under my fingernails smelling of mesquite and bourbon when did we die? I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say waiting for it now bending low, gravel pressing through … Continue reading bending low

Cut and Seen

Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

Hunting Huntress Hunted

Wolves winding into wind wanting wild wants Introductions precede the calamity Moving away from my ancestral haunts a discovered lone path inspiring temerity I wandered into your wood a prize beyond measure the chase was understood wise to your distance by your steaming breath your shine may have struck me dumb and deaf with my one good eye I hunt you boldly my body may stumble blindly but my shadow stalks slowly By the rise of the sun you will be mine with the barrel of my gun I will taste of your wine I know you think that you … Continue reading Hunting Huntress Hunted