Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The silent fiend

some silent fiend
sits on the edge of the bed
to watch me slumber
its mere presence
adulterates the images
that parade across
the back of my eyelids
and it's content to
sprinkle me with 
the Sandman's sand
laced with its own flavor
a flavor to cause me
to battle my demons
with shards of porcelain
I shatter with my
fear and anger
these all too frequent
demons that dish out
a taste of hell
with their repetitive
torturous spell
they weave before my eyes
and my only sword
are my very words
to deliver me from this dark
"I will not" echoes in the room
as the fiend is vanquished
with first light



Rain and leaves

I'd rather listen
to the rain on the window
the drops have more
important things to say
than anything on TV
and their song
is sweeter on the glass
and in the humming
of the wind

I'd rather watch
the floating and
fleeting dance of leaves 
in Fall or bees in Spring
or even birds in love
than anything on TV
and their dance
is genuine and true
through skies both
gray and blue




Saturday, June 23, 2018

End of June

it was a setting sail
into a dry ocean
with a fiery course
through windy days
and still nights
dark nights filled
with screaming toads
and owls that longed
for the absent rain
even scavenging canines
yelled for it to return
it was a jumping off
into spicy evenings
when sagebrush sighed
at the end of the day
at the end of the heat
and sunflower musk
stirred in the cooling air
it was the time to
watch gourd vines
wind through the grass
much more slowly
than their serpentine kin
time to spot the devil's claw
holding its silky bloom
behind a cloud of
almost deadly perfume
it was the waiting
between storms rolling
in from the west
for lighting strikes
as threatening and
nerve shaking as
the strike of a rattler
in the tall bluestem
for the rain that
the nightly screams
summoned in the dark





Sunday, June 17, 2018


Sky shatter

yellowing of the day
will the sky
break away
to let the dark
seep in
indigo blues gray
in the withering eve
as empress hues
take their leave
then the sky shatters
leaving the gleaming
glass dust
scattered across
the silent abyss
and wonder slowly
turns in spacious spirals
until light seals up
the mystery
behind the blue veil




Monday, June 11, 2018

Lure of leaf

whispering of the green
softly in the breeze
a breath upon the cheek
turning the head with ease
the blades upon the grass
lay down their warring path
calls the maiden trees
softly in the breeze
their melodic siren song
fills the feathery throng
and slips down swaying salix strings
to fill the pool with rings
the music in the air
seems to come from over there
yet when there does become here
the music moves far from near
'tis a dancing deer
as it moves far from near
through the foxfire gloam
when fireflies dare to roam



Friday, June 8, 2018

The well

the well remains
a deep dim reflection
of the sky above
its eye watches
time drag through
the sky above
its wet pupil
waits for more 
moisture to leak
from the sky above
its only holy hope
for existence is
from the sky above
after buckets dip
deeper into the well
and it recedes further
into the cold abyss
and faces who peer
into the eye of the well
have come and gone
passing by to either
heaven or hell
the soulful eye
deep in the ground
still watches its lover
in the sky above



Hope

she draws her dreams
on the sidewalks
for people to tread upon
and the only ones
who gaze into
her imagination
splattered on the pavement
are the bowing sunflowers
at the end of August
the rains carry the pigments​
of her drawn out figments
into the gutters
making way for more



Coin spin

such a busy world
all because they
want what they
don't have already
is that the signal
blaring out from
the molten core
to go and get
there's always
something more
and the more
always has a price
for there is no free
in this blood soaked
earthly economy
just ask the bird
that ate the worm
that ate the leaf
that ate the earth
and the air and sun
the coin spins 
until it's spent



Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Vizzitor

a fly danced
on the letters
at my fingertips
its moves made
me pause my own
it seemed to
revel in the
oiled keys
as it did 
as it pleased
it came to rest
above the asterisk 
to bathe its wings
and its eyes
then flew off
suddenly
such the way
of flies