September shadows

dread reigns bumble wings
into dizzying action
the toppled heads
with their golden crowns
lay numerous and gently
on cooling earth

fence posts
and pickets become
the tale-tell of
the tide unknown
yet remembered

tendrils reach out
for balance for the elderly
vines they spring from
as they creep among
the eager cosmos

when painted ladies
readily dance across
still gaily colored carpets
sipping fine wine and
kicking up gold luster
is when the southern sun
begins to recede into
September shadows

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.