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

Sky punch

splattering on
pavement
liquid colliding
with solid
fluidity ceased
suddenly
releasing its
final breath
to the humid air
all the emotions
burn and sting
from the cold rain
on the sun soaked
concrete walk
its cracks collect
the storm's rage
the restless pools
beg for the time
of saturated soil
to become thirsty
once more
as washed away
colonies of ants
begin to rebuild
small ships of
green leaves
sail away down
sewer drains
into the unknown
while lightning
leaps off to lick
distant horizons

Starstruck

dark bridges
lost paths to
somewhere
that some call
nowhere
but to others
they are every
where for
weary travelers
of the night sky

smoke ascends
carrying messages
to the gods
that no longer
burn but continue
to shine down
giving hope to
those holding hope
for what's been

this blanket
holds crystalline
dust around us
the dust in
any amount
gives it name
shows it form
in life and death
and rebirth and
consumption of
the stars

April rains

awoken too late
in what solar sleeves
have drifted across
the pale numb skin
bare to earth
and wind
and wet kiss
from lecherous clouds
which couldn't remain
in the gray, cold sky
this body stolen
from spinning
earthly eyes
in league with
sun filled lips
to whisper the
secrets of melting drips
the tears of missed ships
to sail across
the eternities lost
but waited for
in hardened shell
in bitter hell
for seconds seen
as pure diamonds
slipping through their
grasping fingers
uniting hands pull
arms within chests
hearts within souls
and rhythmic melodies
sing from the thawed soil
in April rains

Bodies

some days
many days
I think it's broken
defective
but I don't know
who to contact
for a return label
as if they'd take
it back
let alone
issue a refund
for what won't bend
what will give out
when it shouldn't
what will tighten
what won't stretch
what will dry out
what's too moist
what will grow
way too much
what doesn't grow
enough
and enough
I know
for they all are
this way in one
way or another
and what's funny
when we insult them
we insult ourselves
which isn't funny
after all
and they always
tend to be the last
on the list
until they tell
us otherwise.