Final bow

bring your wasted heart
the coin you've overspent
we are expected at the show
the one to end all others

grab your soiled soul
dirty laundry of your past
doesn't matter how we look
have to get to the final show

bring your burdened brain
the hat you lost long ago
we must find the damn theater
before they close the door

wear your lacy flesh
you've always worn it well
we've got the tickets in hand
time to beat the final bow

Precipice

shattered ashes
the flypaper of past
binding, the
powdered memories
the soot and fragments
morsel crumbs left
behind by life
enough to remember
far from enough
to have, nothing
to hold tightly
warm in hands
with breath and
beat and color
nothing to have
what is to want
all has slipped
from yesterday
nothing has sprung
from tomorrow
fate laid out
in the shattered ashes
of what's left
and the abysmal void
of what may be

Weave of the shroud

those patterns laid out
in the weave of the shroud

what threads were spun
from carded time
so fine the hourly fibers
from breaths and gasps
sighs and exhales
only strangulated
in the weave of the shroud

for the weaver has
always woven the last
moment for freely flying wings
those eerie patterns sparkle
in the last lights
drowsy eyes spy
and drift into foggy sleep
of the darkening sky
the sweeping indigo
in the weave of the shroud

blanketed upon
both those who scurry
within the hollow dark
and those who sleep
in the weave of the shroud

Bacterial digits

bacterial digits spread
in their great sporedom
the boredom that infects
zombie flesh and hurls
them into shopping mall
windows tearing through
the glass to grind their
grisly teeth on mutated
fossils we just won't let
rest in the earth but give
new birth and rise to all
that is lovely in the eyes
the mechanical eyes of
these bacterial digits that
with whipping thrash
of innocent thought input
the plaguing notion of
want before need or want
is need or want has
stabbed need again and
again slashing its heart
and feasting on the bits
to claim there is only want
in these bacterial digits
that rise above all for
after all they have no
end they know no cease
and desist and lead all
those whom they infect
to the hollow existence
that is theirs of eternal
hunger and thirst and
abysmal void that only
consumes never to gain

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