I brought pain you carried
hurt, in hands cupped
spilling out as Pacific rain
coastal storms shaking tones
sighs turn to groaning
grown in a garden of neglect
metals, of color uncertain.
tales spun by passing bard
a place of dull sorrows
fretting over tomorrows
we follow banners, tattered
in a requiem, you will fail me
I understand why, so I
will pull down the sky
creating chaotic, deep shade
of blues, drowning
I understand why
still is this, epiphany
stark it is, a cry
resonant, a meteoric rise
untouchable fear that only
true loneliness can hear
looking through waters
clear, current
moving as application
horizon, light-speed tyranny
bound in iron eyes, reflection
fires in distance, eloquence
as a hand gesture, open
scars marking 6 fingers
played out in prose
aperture, skinny caricature
we find priority of shallow sacrifice
en garde, deliverance
sweet lips of dolor, swathe
children in brick and mortar
be blackened positive, telemetries
of staring and phantoms
moribund kaleidoscopic, apprehensive
quiet footfalls of photo-shop carhops
hefty realism, bent quadratic
effervescent, incandescent
alligator predator senator, boots
kings of rings of prostitution
crown us in debt
lobby four, more absinthe
lawful in crime, never our rhyme
squeezing through keyholes
enamored with accretion, chilling
five fundamental finalities, harmful
all alarming falsity, faint
I’m an impressionist arsonist, down
under covered and cornered
by visions of a Catholic hell
visions eventually collapse
unto us whom are forgotten
kindred, kith, brazen in arms
a digital deified, a Derringer heart
love is gone, love has
Gone.
Once, upon no time
I recall milliseconds
terror and peace jumbled
jester was dying, I long dead
pistons keep pacing, we
oil, water, toxins, so willed
fucking double barrel, crystal
grins….
calling out unbelievers, in case
we find you have arrived
have apocalyptic crackers
crayon colored candy apologies
I’ve had a hand in it all
this is what IT has become
intricacies hidden, at base level
mountain, sellers will fill
buyers hand
beware, Beware
minds of saccharine men
till this black soil until
top-side comes, gold
basalt and limestone
construct well this rampart
if it please you, Eyes
have seen everything, childe
Reckoning, in a rattlesnake shake
revolvers winking out omissions
unto thee, unto me.
TITANIA
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A Mid Summer’s Night Dream sweet fairy queen
i saw this play in Topanga Canyon it was amazing
love your work 🙂
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thanks so much for reading! I bet that was a heck of a performance. I enjoy your work as well
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Thank you 🙂
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