chump knows she’s
not a thing
but wants to shelve
her like one
and says..
“don’t worry, bro
she’s free to
run,
and i allow her the
night of fun”
i point to greening
ring finger and
asks..
“did a blind bride once
voice her vows to
you, so true..
with temple up
against your
gun?“
image: https://byronsmuse.wordpress.com/2017/02/04/inspiration-sad-veiled-brides/
one dear father
only in collar
caught me chokin’ a
bottle in dusty
row pew,
he knelt for a swig
and i mused to
self,
“why that’s quite
big of you”,
then saw his bejeweled
chalice had run
dry,
“wow, the
nerve of you..
and to think i nearly
swapped spit
with you.
image: http://www.biddingtons.com/os/itemhtml/ht502280.shtml
starboy with face
freckled all
colors
lives most
to paint
masks,
and deep in said abyss
rests a rack where
boy displays
all mom’s
favorite masks
along with the ones
that left her
grey with
sick,
in starboy’s blank
white mask.
image: http://www.kathysart.com/the-mask
image: https://society6.com/product/waiting-in-the-wings2043936_print
her tears glue like
frozen honey
to a teaspoon,
the more she wipes
the worse it
sticks
the worse she
cries
more it looks she took
a stinger to the
eye,
and i’m the wasp
that pricks,
better yank it out
‘fore my poor
rose dies..
..with it.
image: https://twitter.com/smileyfacebro/status/225675922416750592
image: https://digital.library.shsu.edu/digital/collection/p243vra/id/631/
our family cottage spot…
farewell,
Norway Bay
you’ll always stay
a restless kid’s one
sleep away,
dreamin’ down death’s
woozy freeways,
towards log cabin in
brown country,
a long mile’s stretch
away, for days..
but squintin’
slits now..
i damn near see some
sandy surf thru the
gridlock grey.
image: https://www.genat.org/cimetieres/site.php?idSite=441
image: https://www.artplatt.com/ArtistProfile.aspx?ArtistID=1015
Get outta my damn way
said me in the
damn way..
and may i say the way
we freeze ourselves afraid
when nothing glows
our way..
’til we’re just shadows
of our shames.
is the true
shame.
In faith, let’s step forth
with foresight,
and not back into static
webs of clinging
frights.
image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/topor/artworks/6630958/lost-soul
image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/maksim-krapht/artworks/12321113/connection-lost
baby’s heart forms
before the mind,
and lady’s heart
just sighs..
“i’m fine”
see me in the shady side of
pond where my jaws
love to spread,
just ignore the
red sign..
i stitch-up lady’s heart only
to plant her nape deep
in thorny bed,
and sip on love’s
rose drop
wine,
with garden
dead.
image: https://art4tab.com/skeleton-breadth/creepy-skeleton/
image: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/sp-vampire-art-3d-n057-blood-flowers-drips-of-life/2063329
she’s my love for life
in times lost to
the breeze,
and never before have
i crumbled with
such joy
in presence of heart
thieves,
and i’ll not think or
blink twice
’bout..
risking life for love
over fading in safe’s
false sense of
relief.
c’mere you..
i saw a scratched out
man spike the spirit
of his brother,
thought i never want
to be “that man”
to another,
then bear hugged
my frosty hot
lover.
rapture’s rain draws
oils to the surface
of each dreary
street
and pools them ‘neath
cement stomp of each n’
every storm cloud
rumblin’ by,
rolling steel glares
castin’ greater
shade..
than care over those
sleeping on feet
of fresh poured
concrete.
