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