Beggar’s Branch

i feel my motor
glitchin’
,

grown a tick neurotic in
this tension headache
of impermanence,

knew i’d never be the richer
man, but to see the street poor
turn my way with empty
tin, still able to
shed pity
..

i’m too high to quit
this dark city,
cold

time i find some drier
ground, ready to
start building
,

eyes strain
with old.

image: https://eboquills.com/2019/11/29/lessons-from-my-encounter-with-a-generous-beggar/

image: http://bluhoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/beggars-cant-be-friggin-choosers.html

image: https://www.theartstory.org/artist/mondrian-piet/artworks/

Dawn’s Beam

gettin’ there..

dawn does
beam-

says she’s been
up for hours waiting
here for me,

but i’m loyal to
lazy sleep more than
any waking
dream,

come mornin’, dawn’s
so lonely her sparse
skies nearly
scream
,

yet, dawn does
beam-

says she’s been up
up for hours waitin’
here for me,

i draw the drapes,
turn grey n’ cling
like weak.

Sunny Moon in Bloom

ever hear mommy
moon whisper?

sounds like a sore throat
gargling melted
butter,

now the sun, he begins
like starter pistol
shooting off-

only, with a
smoker’s cough,

hello, good-day to you
Mister Gray, now
go piss-off
..

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/sun-and-moon-esoterica-abstract-angel-artist-stephen-k.html

image: https://www.deviantart.com/bronyinterviewer/art/rainbow-dash-shooting-from-a-gun-459394848

image: https://caveoffame.com/2014/06/29/rainbow-in-the-dark-deconstructed/

Old Mother Bird

fly on old mother bird-
and leave the babies
at home,

just don’t leave
’em alone,

when one ear latches
tongue of the
other

there’ll be a fresh hatching of
nest schemes to trap a
tired old mother

long shelved her life of feeling for
friction with a band-aid
of lovers.

image: https://artospective.blogspot.com/2017/06/figurative-paintings-by-mary-america.html

image:https://artospective.blogspot.com/2017/06/figurative-paintings-by-mary-america.html

image: https://hdfreewallpaper.net/broken-hearted-3d-abstract-hd-free-wallpapers/if-someone-broked-heart-no-one-can-stich-hd-free-wallpapers/

Wax Drippings

nimble as limber and
living loosely

just human jelly, boneless
flimsy, still oozing
out juicy
,

can’t move, who cares?
too stone to float off
anywhere but

where? over there? ok-
gettin’ up now, turn
on the pressure,

slippin’ in spills of
chicken soup as i
surfboard the
sticky floor,

eyes no longer mine,
n’ i’m tryin’ here
to barter for a
blink,

knobs too slick n’ greasy
can’t find my way
out any door,

i’ll just spiral inward ’til
someone nobler
finds me

might be awhile,
maybe too risky for any
noble’s heard my
tale n’ seen the
bleeds.

image: https://aminoapps.com/c/art/page/blog/melting-man/vmhn_uNL8VJ6BVb1vG0VV7xxjNgoE

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/426012445978337865/

The Gushing Flues of Blushing Blue

winds rattle at home’s cheap
fixtures n’ fester up my
tender nose,

as crumbs of soul just breeze
astray with any dignities
long pissed away,

n’ soak into heap
o’ raked up
clothes
,

stormy grey after grey-
i’m shaking hands with
all the same days,

and now i open up
but only for a hug that waits
a welcome mat
away

in the flushed out town
of blushing
blue

where dinner tables
hold lone vigil
too,

come flush me out stale room
like raw sewage from
some gagging
flue.

image: https://www.reddit.com/r/creepy/comments/2hi1gs/chimney_sweeper_by_sam_wolf_connelly/

image: https://www.scaryforkids.com/ghost-towns/

ForEverGlades

picture it , just humour me-
a land of prickly pines
damp with dark,

a place of stunted root
growth, no bulb, no
bristly leaves to
bloom
,

just sticky weeds n’
crickets peekin’
through,

‘neath the dwindlin’ of
a whisky sour
moon.

now picture it,
you and i, but just
the fumes

freed into night’s
murky dark
.

image: https://paintingvalley.com/dark-landscape-painting

image: https://displate.com/blog/concept-art-that-will-blow-your-mind-away

the frosts that cost us

a former poem given wings,

squint the buds shut to deflect
any melting pixels on
a flat screen,

as twin wi-fi towers crash
south and splice the
skyline at its
seams,

or so it largely
seems,

a heartbeat slowed to a shrug,
in sinew grown around
embedded slug,

a soul consumed by
such a lethal
frost

once a clearest window
now the rusty gates
to loss.

image: https://lokkende.art/projects/ba3QDo

image: https://www.capitalsteel.net/news/blog/why-does-steel-rust-plus-other-steel-rusting-questions-answered