elemental, hollow.

pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

Patterns

the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns

Common Ground

I do not often express my religious or political views, but this poem came to me after watching the events that have unfolded in the past few weeks.  Make of it what you will. Had hope for common ground within the sound of your voice the shaking and the breaking constant quaking of home has become penultimate choice strive to come up with your comeuppance, can only navigate the pittance left by your happenstance unremitant repentance Hallelujah rings from the halls of the misbegotten veritable amnesty required unfriendly once again howling for moonshine in our rain slickers secure me for … Continue reading Common Ground

Tragedy

The things you said aren’t often true As I watch them fall out of you I’ll touch the grain my lips will bleed I’ll worship your shadow until it leaves Images imprint all of the feelings I am supposed to have they tell me when I am failing and when to laugh I will care for someone after I pay the toll time can tell you a story but cannot make you whole so sway to the music and turn the page brothers of blood sweating in afternoon sun I’ve seen the play it has just begun pride my lover … Continue reading Tragedy

Surrender

A sing-along Sunday in the arms of America taking scraps from our plates you know our people love their peaceful kinds of hate a pillar of faith will guide you surrender lays paramount so walk behind spirits true Mystic steps in closed shroud a ship upon the sea far away and oh so close my father stands with me color stained fingers shaking mandala visions unfold serenity there for the taking shelter from the cold I need a piece of the puzzle a solution for that which is me Counting the time wasted giving it all away for free I … Continue reading Surrender

Sierra Nevada

Originally posted on RamJet Poetry:
The rain reminds me of your words and the angels in my sleep keep me alive seeing the love that I can smell in the air my heart is leaving me for tomorrow my living life lost longing for your silvered lips and rusting eyes my heart is gone, lost in the storm of your caresses, which I haven’t yet felt, but know the touch all the same in the Sierra Nevada I have buried my name the shamans guard over it, for she is there this goddess of dawn her whispers summon me to… Continue reading Sierra Nevada