Seluna's song

Seluna whispers in the cycles

journeys that begin again

tying events to a progress

giving order to the wind

Seluna dances with the dark

the cosmos is their floor

she's the tiny ring in a pool

that ripples to so much more

Seluna counts off infinite

in a maiden moon affection

waxing full to mother and

waning to crone reflection

Seluna spins through eternity

wading in the ebb and flow

she's the weaver of the seasons

when to reap, when to sow

Morning star

morning star awakes

a thunder of light fills the heavens

with the opening of his eyes

to peer upon these souls

masked in earthen water wear

these souls in search of what was left behind

on the other side of the veil

the knowledge, the pleasure, the power, the wisdom

all of what many fall for

in their earthen water wear

as morning star amuses himself

in all these follies this side of the veil

and waits for just another one to fall

to add to the growing list

your Icarus, Phaeton, Eve, Lucifer

Wandering wonderings

if you want the right pricing

for the right product you have

to provide the right number

will it rain, it's cloudy out

something they don't have

to ask down south right now

how can peaches come about

after sipping on cold coffee

stop breathing in the receiver

my ear is right on the other side

the sun is coming out now

think it will stay dry, for now

not like the poor folks down south

it's high time we quit holding

our breaths in an odorous public

restroom and break out the bleach

why do teeth bite the inner cheeks

that shield them from the world

sucks being blind from the world

due to the blinds on the windows

just living up to their names

just living up to their names

okay, that wasn't a squeaky chair

Calls

"I'd rather be gardening"

a mental bumper sticker

I post to the back of my head

while I listen to people

their credit card numbers

too eager to slip from their lips

their minds not quite able

to wrap around what a billing zip code is

their unwillingness to help themselves

while they spoon feed their complaints

their randomness in thought that

results in me logging RFC as:

"No reason listed"

no reason indeed

Mind bomb

my head bloomed

and grew wings

and detached from my neck

to fly off into the clouds

it rose past mountains

whose rocks only

weigh them down

from reaching any further

and bursting the Earth's bubble

it soared past planes

full of people escaping

whatever they found

so unbearable in their lives

it waved goodbye to

the arachnid astronauts

who like to weave their

webs in the outermost air

it was then absorbed

into the sky beyond

the sky and swam through

emptiness and vastness

until it reached eternity

where it exploded

just in the nick of time

First mentioned

and the gates were opened
not to let another in
but to prevent the rest
from staying
the throngs were emptied
out onto the land
that had been ravaged
by the beasts with
savage hearts
and the beasts were
put to radiant sword and
laid low upon the earth
the throngs spared
not one of the beasts
with savage hearts
and stole up into
the sky all those
whose hearts bore true
in the fiery hands
of the throngs
and the land stained
with the blood of the beasts
began anew
in the idleness of those
taken to the sky
to bear again the spirit
breathed upon it

Impasse

the night will swallow you up

muted sounds will reverberate

in your soul as your body takes

in the dark you will drown in

gentle light of stars once known

will hold you as you pass away

not even the moon has risen

to show you a fond farewell

the frozen night will have to do

its hollow canvas your shroud

to bed you in your quiet grave

you needn't anymore than this

to fall into the unknown now

for soon, so very soon after

what's known will be gone

as you close your eyes and

Chinese lanterns

in the evening
of summer
under August moons
revelries of those
unseen chase
through the grass
and the unseen
become present
by the light of
Chinese lanterns
the tiny lights
are carried off
into forest depths
to pass under
fern fronds and
over lawns of moss
to the ring of
ivory toadstools
illuminated by
the light of
Chinese lanterns
mystery begins
the dance with
magic and wonder
cuts in now and
then through the
peeping eyes
of quiet children
as they sit and
watch the revelries
of those unseen
who become present
by the light of
Chinese lanterns

Siding with sunflowers

from my car I watched a woman

walk her dog this morning

through an overgrown field

and she came to the edge

purposefully like a bee

driven to the towering sunflower.

her dog wanted to venture further

and tugged at the leash

but she tarried at the giant.

on the radio played

some disturbing composition

from the early 20th century

so apropos for the botanical

Hitchcock horror playing out

in front of my eyes.

the woman grabbed the giant

by the throat and bent one

of the slender arms down

to the level of her wicked eyes.

she then started to tug at the branch

to pluck the flower from its stem

and struggled in keeping her dog

from bounding fourth while

she sought her floral plunder.

using a key as a makeshift blade

she tore through the stem.

I thought to myself how she

would like it if someone was to

bend her over and saw off her

genitalia with a makeshift blade.

after severing the flower

she sauntered back through

the overgrown field with her mutt.

"I hope it's full of ants!"

I muttered through gritted teeth.

Hun's hymn

the call out in the dark

haunting songs of a loon

these he dances by
the vacant heart of Hun

he is only emboldened

by the light of the moon

this he dances in

the vacant heart of Hun

for fearful cries at night

one will hear very soon

these he thirsts for

the vacant heart of Hun

as twilight steals the day

and midnight is his noon

the dawn he dreads

the vacant heart of Hun

Lovely skin

lovely skin,
my shadows
to lurk in
and under.
to be the
breath last
taken
the moment
before.
a regurgitation
of mistakes.
the broken
record played
even after
the last day
spent in hell.
the assumption.
the herding
of humans
into dark and damp
without their
clothes,
that lovely skin
that keeps
their hope alive.
to hope they
may differ.
they may be
separate and
unique.
the lovely skin
without that
strips them bare
to bleed into
the pool
they all swam in
and knew of before
their lovely skin.

In August

I can only be there

and hold him

and caress his hand

and listen

to his loss

to know his grief

and who is missing

and why he's missed

I can only know

how he's touched his life

and so many others

how he shone when

he was present

how he was always ready

to help anyone and everyone

and how he wished

he had his help now

even for just a minute or two

to hold him

and caress his hand

and listen

Hibiscus and gravy

you didn't stay long

folding your scarlet napkin

and tossing it to the ground

the lunch was short

but worth every sip

I drank of you

Cloud drift

some man stared down at me

as I watched him pucker his lips

he turned his eyes to

focus on the end of his nose

and transformed his

face into a baboon's

as he faded into the ethereal

another man's face came to be

right to next to him

with muted features

but didn't stay long

a giant baby chick

began slowly sailing by

and in the distance

a cat peeked around

the corner and wore

a dragon smile

I don't think the chick

knew about the cat

when they both

swirled back into the ocean

they were created from

Kim don ick

the toddlers have guns

loaded guns

everyone look away

we wouldn't

want to upset them

as one of them might

pull the trigger

Ode to ya'll

idleness, the chair

I uneasily sit in

time, the bottomless

glass I sip from

boredom, the friend

I wrote to advise that

I can't keep our prior commitment

words, the bowl

of chips I snack on

poetry, the spicy salsa

I dip from, yes double dip from

365 days, the vodka

to loosen my lips

to pour out my soul

Don't blame chaos

don't blame chaos

for it cannot build

to a climatic point

it's not in its nature

to fulfill prophecies

of end of times

or bring about a

specific calamity

it is way too busy

being random at

uncertain intervals

if you look to the end

you won't find chaos

for it would have

already finished it

before you could see

and began and ended

again a hundred times over

don't blame chaos

if you feel enslaved

blame order and control

that enslaves the fear

you're so afraid of

The reach

that which reaches
inside and lingers
to spur a wonder
to hold attention
to cause reflect
to churn the yearn
that has dwelt
within these halls
long before it
was ever known
much longer before
the thought was sown
within these walls
that they flow
instead of stand
and yield instead
of hold their own
and shake to crack
and burst open
spilling all within
out into emptiness
so that stars know
seas and trees know
time and words know
silence and heat knows
pain and loss knows
existence is that
which reaches inside
and lingers there still

Et tu

it was a scream to

freeze your soul solid

as I drifted from a sunset filled

park into the dim lit

corridors of terror

the flash from my camera

was the only light

to reflect off the pale flesh

of the slender figure cornered in the dark

it towered over my cohorts

who knew not that it lurked

behind them and I was

vacant of voice to warn them

it was a scream to

throw you out of your body

and I plummeted into

the ocean my fears were

suffocating in to only find

myself in the same position

my cohorts were in previous

yet when the long, bony

white fingers crept over

the temples of my skull

I was instantly at peace

and a warmth was behind me

while a voice boomed

within my brain to my

shock and uneasiness

and I uttered in exchange

that we only use our ears

to hear these words or else

our hands can communicate

and the voice came again

and though something was said

I cannot say any words existed

Feathers

hold me in your stoic arms

as I shed the form I chose

these feathers weren't meant 

for the flight I'm now in

they must remain with you

in your subtle changes

that time often overlooks

I leave the tears of my body

embedded in your porous flesh

a drink you can raise your glass to

and remember me when

I've blown away with winter

Turvy George

belly up

quite right in this world

the topsy-turvy

becoming more tipsy

than topsy

and drunker the drinker

who drank this drink

and drinks until

they sing to the sink

belly up throw up

for nothing can

be kept down

not what's served

from the turvy crown

yet we only puke

and only will continue

until someone dares

tell turvy George

his piss has turned blue

Yenuta's hymn

the fluid weather ways

of slithering Yenuta

who flies through clouds

in his serpentine chariot

his winged snakes strike

the earth in flashing fright

when he grows restless

his mood turns dark

and thunders within

his cloudy temple home

when he is distant

life recedes from green

and thirsty prayers are

raised to his temple home

in hanging gourd vines

the fluid weather ways

of slithering Yenuta

who pours down onto

his brother's flesh

to renew the life

the battle of this world