if a blood moon doth
seduce its stars by
shedding rust
in reds..
over crests of their
caving heads,
then would pale one
sky left hanging,
wear the face that
grief drained
dead?
isolation
a blush moon hangs
when the heart pounds chest,
it’s best to listen,
far better than we did throughout
our white-bread schooling,
but it seems that love’s still
the only lesson worth
our learning,
as for the rest,
well..
we’re still unlearning,
and unraveling,
now and again,
gotta poke the coals to
keep a good fire
burning
and..
a blush moon from
blackening.
image: https://www.designyourway.net/art/how-to-draw-fire/
image: https://www.theadobefineart.com/roberto-ugalde/blood-moon-campfire
Gridlock Grey (an Ode to Norway Bay)
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
bee for company / war of winds (two musings on one moment)
the only other company
on this sardine tin
balcony
is a bumble bee,
has a bigger crush
on sill’s tulip
than me,
i get it.
bee sniffs her way ’round
a bloom’s ripened
flesh
my skin offering hints
i’ve not graced a
spring shower,
at least garden blossoms
are baptized always
in tandem,
but..
not the wallflower.
********
tea leaves fleck my mug’s
belly like bee queen’s
amber wings,
and dissolve on greediest
buds, sweet as honey
in the blood–
soft as chimes toyin’
with past’s war
of winds.
image: https://www.greenvillearts.com/artist/susan-hodges/wind-chimes/
How I Met the Floor
hey, what’s
a metaphor?
so, ever won a
losing war?
DING DONG!
so, one fine boyhood
weekend morn’..
cartoons were disrupted by
rap n’ ring of door to
door salesman
DING DONG!
he stayed, then barred
the fuckin’ door
and..
DING DONG!
he hushed
mommy’s song.
i stare paisley patterns
in parquet
floor..
should just melt into
the grain but
i don’t..
guess there’s no story
here worth telling
anymore
so i won’t.
image: https://www.touchofart.eu/en/Anna-Wojciechowska/awojc7-The-boy-on-the-stairs/
Lit my Lamps
there’s a story in me
that goes kind of blurry
after a few
lines,
and that suits heaven’s
bulbs just fine..
flickerin’ their
soulful ‘ok’.
it’s a freedom new
found to me,
thank you, dear for
all the peaceful you’ve
smothered out
of me.
close shot, sound, locked down, color change, 50mm, turns, motion
image: https://www.regardpost.com/2018/05/norways-smart-street-lights-dim-when-not-in-use/
Lift the Ceiling
slippin’ from dream to
dream no wakin’ idea
what they mean..
or if grave’s ceiling ever
plans to lift up
just a bit,
i need some new air and
every window’s
sleeping,
need to take the edge off
with a walk to roof’s
ledge..
to lift up grave’s
ceiling.
Wake to Sleep
wake to sleep, wake to
sleep, pour coated flakes in
bowl and fry up
meat..
stare at my hobbit feet then
write nail clippers on
the grocery
list,
i’m gross enough
without the
claws,
i wipe a tear and
lick my paws.
image: https://fineartamerica.com/shop/canvas+prints/cat+licking+paw
image: https://depositphotos.com/stock-photos/sleepy-man.html
Copper Lids
old coins resting
over eyelids,
our fool’s gold’s turned
us sick room
green..
and we forgot to leave the
pane cracked
open
why let air tease us from
other side of
glass..
when we can breathe
it clean?
a chained patient hunts for rest
as heart tracks each
ruptured cloud
inside..
and at first hint of forming
rainbow he turns over
and shades his
eyes.
image: https://rismedia.com/2019/12/16/gold-open-houses/
image: http://printplus.com.hk/HKRG2015/land-of-bitcoin-faucets/coins-on-eyes.php
Feather of Spring
i roll with curlin’ fingers of
her tide and crash land
somewhere on my
blinder side,
still best damn view
of this wasted
beach..
litter swirls in icy jig with
debris kicked up and
the brittle bits of
deader leaves..
seagulls givin’ chase-
my trash, their
treasure..
it’s ever been
the same..
our dawn sky
thaws..
and as a feather of spring
weather tickles
my brain..
..i’m raw.
image: https://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/feather-sand.html
image: https://makeagif.com/gif/american-beauty-thomas-newman-from-the-plastic-bag-scene-Ut4EIA
