Reinventing

can we do it
over again
is that why
we sleep
so we can
so we can
feel we aren't
always falling
that our mess
of mind matter
can stall
while the world
whirls round
once more
so we can
remember
to apologize
so we can
take the blame
and bare it
when others can't
so we can laugh
with each other
more than we
curse the wind
and bay at the moon
can we do it
over again
so I can wake up
and see you
instead of
just your picture
feel your breath
on my hand
instead of the cold air
of a winter
that just won't leave
can we do it
over again
so three words
can replace all
the others
we never meant
can we

Possession

on the jagged pavement
the metal men encircled me

as laid out in old pagan altars

and the rush of movement

I had been in was replaced

entirely by an intense silence

I rose in my tattered clothing

and torn flesh feel the trickle

of my blood and tears on my skin

a sudden sound of unearthly horns

bellowed forth from within

the towering hall I was thrown into

the still soldiers sharply parted

creating an avenue towards

the chilling source of the trumpeting

I was instantly seized by both arms

and carried forward against

the will of my legs or feet

lifting my head I peered 

to the walls on each side

and found them teeming

with monstrosities of every

sort a mind of utmost depravity

could devise of and vomit forth

each of these hellish beings

were focused on my proceeding

to the other end of this damned chamber

and the mass seemed to ooze

the anxious excitement a wolf

may hold in its heart before

tearing into the throat of its prey

the beastly soldier grips tightened

pinning my arms in their vicious vice

as I grew weaker with every step...

Seizure

gray flesh surrounded
a thick suffocating cloud
the throng enveloped me
an applause filled my ears
of the flapping wings
beating the foul air
destroying the still
yet apprehensive twilight
this hideous cloud
had descended from
the obscure green glow
high above claw like
stone turrets rising
from the dark peaks
of the enormous fortress
that was to be my end
bony gnarled fingers
jabbed and grasped
at my shaking appendages
fumbling to take hold of me
and drag me to the hell
they stormed out of
my feet left the ground
as these ceaseless beasts
took flight with me in hand
horrifying speed and cruel
caress of the cold tore tears
from my clenching eyes
the miserable mess of wings
began their descent into
a large jagged gaping mouth
that was the fortress gate
past columns of emerald flames
and dark souls clad in even
darker metal armor suits
suddenly the pressure from
the bony gnarled fingers ceased
and I was thrown to the stone floor...

Replacement

cranked,

this automatron

sits, ready

to spill all

its flesh is

an old newspaper

that's been read

by everyone

its gears 

carved from

the chattering teeth

of those who

know nothing

about doing

not a thing

its brain

well... that

was an old

goose egg that

grew wings

and flew the

cranial coop

long ago

but yet it sits

at the ready

to rise and go getty

to replace one 

more action

some one's willing

to surrender

The night

it lingers
what has past
between our lives
will remain
worn stone statues
in a garden of loss
catching a glimpse
off in the shadow
of a forgotten tree
inhaling the scent
that has evolved
over time on clothes
left purposely still
in the back of a closet
awaking to waves
singing the eternal
lullaby to ashes of
souls set free
and their wings
found in the pulse
in this loop
that caged them well
in this chest
that holds the heart
in this skin
that lingers here

Sooner or lunar

comfort in the warm
lunar glow
his face its own
celestial being
passing through
the night sky
yellow candlelight
holds the frame
of his grin and
the shadow of
his brow as his
eyes peer out
the twinkling
of twin stars

grey dances
with blue under
the bare silver arms
of restless trees
in the cold of
the dark air
he disappears
down the barely
seen road holding
what little the
moon could spare
to pay his way

Locked doors

these are just locked doors
that I have no keys for
you're always
on the other side
I can hear you knocking
in every beat in my chest
the storms in the night
you arrive on
send lightning
through me
I bear these holes
trying to stitch them
together with what
lingers of you
during the day
you and I came
so close this time
and are closer still
for the fact our
fingers never touched
each others lips to
silence their cries
and wipe away
their tears
but I am left adrift
each night still
on these tears that
fill my soul
rushing to each locked door
that fill the corridors
of my dreams of you

Early days of May

these lily stems
raise from their
winter beds as
serpents kings
in threatening gaze
here in these
early days of May
while a child's
smile is seen in
the hues spilling
from a tulip cup
and daffodil frills
and anemone rays
here in these
early days of May
what tiny wings
have thawed for
stained glass
flutters in silk
and yellow velvet
striped demand
to seek out sweet
surrender nectar bays
here in these
early days of May
and eggs are laid
and eggs are hatched
and cries are heard
for beaks of worms
in nests of twigs
and mother feathers
for nurture blooms
in nature and all
her motherly ways
here in these
early days of May