Despair
born of undug
name,
microscopic
shard..
of shell pricks
yolk
discharging
gas-
i ration breath
through
gaps..
in grab bag
past.
growing slower in my
answers
reveal rainbow cradled
in gaze of
boy
not shy to be
caught
in
skirt slit up both left
and right
sides-
inviting daylight
to caress
thigh.
undercover whisper
lingers
more sweet than
sordid
we
risk for restless
reasons?
reckless leaving
station-
teeth slick with
steam.
vaguely human
shape
behind a tree
leans in
no stranger to
shivers-
sobered by the
warmth
of madman’s
cabin.
don’t pale for
grief,
late
stages
companion
weighting each
second,
melting down our wax
museum
now available: guts of a tree (free of charge)
“cracks of forest twigs on dusk casting storm,
magnifying threats of harm.
held up in
arms.”
a collection of free verse poems written a few years back available free of cost as word document and/or
e-book:
https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/guts-of-a-tree
or here:
my thank you, in roses on fire.
stay well.. inspired.
in the shade of a
heat wave
you taught
me
that ponies can
still bite,
though we’re gentle
in the stable
and aspire
to play
fair,
buff an apple in
rosy dusk
blush
and
brush with
care.
lacquered in rust
moon-
stranger staggers into
swamp gut
saloon
and cocks his lips
at a dancing
broom,
feathers too frayed to
salvage such
room.
ballerina frets
her best
come the end may
amount to
less
than a puddle of dribble
in last call
spittoon-
a hope-wrenching notion
however untrue.
kindled by bonfire of
keepsakes,
a toothless kid still lingers,
likes his candy
by the nickel by
the shovel
sucker sticks in
pockets
stuck
together,
in back row of splash
paint bus,
mostly friendly
girl’s face
that pretty shade
of dirty-
shrugs like age won’t
waste us.
lurker best not
watch
for fear he’d
drool
to
be watched too..
reckless,
worm man wriggles
in and thru
lens
selfish to be caught
with you-
not that he’ll
confess.
hands in the garden 
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