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Excerpts from, Words Which Stay, Volume 2
SLIP
Slip into one, that’s no fun, slip into two, now there you go. While dancing with two, no longer one–– are one and one putting on a show?
For if one slips from one to two, the more, the merrier, slip to three? That’s a large piece of gum to chew, said two to one like you to me.
When three slips back so quick to two–– careful, so no one sees you have tripped. White like a ghost inside of you–– from three to two, to one, you’ve slipped.
02.01.2007 09:30 PM
WHITE SNOW UPON MY LEDGE AFIRE
If the wind should taketh thy fury so strong a hell into the night, snow will slowly roll downhill in your brightest of daylight.
That my fire be, burn so bright, swarm thy hills with lyre. Your fondest color, now be red, passion drops on top thy nose, my sire.
Smold’r older than thy flare, I tend to thee with blanket. You burn quite bright in daylight. How shall I begin to cover ye ambit?
Extreme of fire, and of ice, extend no screams of torment. How can you smile and cry without tearing into feeling spent?
You see, your ball is rolling down collecting garbage upon turns. Thy fire orange ignites daylight, my light so bright––my skin it, burns.
When lightning struck your innards, a smile sprang forth empathy. Understanding you, then me; I thank thee for thy company.
Douse my fire, oh dear one, then please friend, oh, do douse me. White snow upon my lengthy ledge, don’t leave me alone in my company.
05.27.2007 09:45 PM
WE IN THE RAIN
the drizzle is here. the drizzle is there. i am here–– you are where?
we love the rain as much we can. out of it now without my man.
i walked out onto our balcony. you there in thought, not here with me.
i start to get wet in this rain tonight. me alone–– you not in sight.
not thinking of you or me in vain. only the thought of we in the rain.
10.19.2007 06:41 PM
THE PAPER YOU WRITE ON
all paper you write on once was a tree, flowers and birds its company.
the paper you write on once reached for the sky, held a nest–– a branch for a sigh.
the paper you write on looked like death in the snow, came to life in spring as its buds would grow.
the paper you write on once was wood, creaked in the breeze firmly it stood.
the paper you write on if burned turns to ash, most likely ends up crumpled buried deep in the trash.
01.10.2012
TWO ROADS
Let us go north, With forest, Redwood sorrel, and creek. Through bull thistle and fennel. The deer, turkey, and fox All keep company With yarrow. Silence Of vultures Circling fern.
Thicket and rock, Stretch into quailed hills Of velvety grasses Taken by winds. Water rambles by Coyote and sage; Barefoot brush.
Or, south, atop cliff Of cliffs and Waves constant with Tides of blushing blue whales. Porpoise and dolphin. Surfers Under cormorants.
Moving at the Speed pelicans glide, Gulls swoop and circle The unbelievable Luck of a meal. Seaweed darkens a patch Here and there, And foam floats Across the silica Stilled from driftwood And rare jade.
06.21.2020 11:45 PM
VIOLENT JERK
you lie in bed so sweet, I pull the covers and join you silently. I see your sweet face, run my fingers through your soft, brown hair. my fingers dance on your head as I express my love, my good night, sweet dreams. I slowly put my fingers in your unclenched hand and start to slowly fall asleep next to you. your fingers twitch, wiggle a bit, then more. I’m almost asleep next to my sweet lover. as you deepen into sleep, you release a violent jerk that throws me from sleep. now I start over.
Undated
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TRUST
You summoned a request. Upon so, I opined you and yours–– my love. I duly heeded–– pursuing the modest act of sagely steering in the scheme. I am truly not one who floats with vagueness. I lust for council with significance. Your offers course worlds once you dispatch an intimate inquiry harkening upon spoken word, only after thought and contemplation temporarily rule me. Supposition is a beast I do not bear lightly. Genuinely, I can avow today, as every day, without question, you regard–– filling me and mine once again–– with trust.
08.11.2020 09:40 PM
BAG OF STONES
Solitary in this confinement smoke travels in all directions leaving us noting entrapment and each other’s company.
We would now be at the beach gathering stones, placing them in a wee bag to chaperone home growing our collection.
Motoring through the forest to acquire pebbles is replete with the greenest of green inhaling the purified air.
Cows, coyotes, and turkeys entertained us on the drive leaving smiles for miles–– trees our best of friends.
Darkness has come, filling the air with thick smoke eliminating seaside outings of any and all varieties.
What is this dark witchcraft which permeates the land seizing life as we know it from our very grip?
Until the air clears, let us open our bags of stone, pour them onto the floor greeting old friends.
08.23.2020 01:45 PM
THROWAWAY
In deep, deep sleep, I awoke in abhorrence. Omnipresent villains, accomplices, and followers of hate destroy and thrive in every atmosphere, taking rights of life and limb. Protections are muted for caring, concerned, and considerate. Apathy is afar, distanced from currently inked and dull-colored pages leaving valuable characters in the smoke and acid rain suffocating, as rulers poison from monstrous environmental disasters rain from your eyes across your lips, into your mouth causing you to vomit from the aftertaste. Where is the hero, heroine, warrior? Observing the murder from lies, their flies settle on icy skin of the wicked, whilst shit from diseased mouths leaks into headlines and biased newsfeeds feeding their partisan stooges and copycats. I must stop and wonder, have I awoken a throwaway character in a comic book?
08.24.2020 08:09 PM
FAITH
Place thy faith in this, lace thy faith with fat, hark to me and mine, at manipulation’s waymark. Ensue my ritual, not his, not hers, not theirs, ours. Vanity’s parables of nullity, slow dance with press. Marvel my master, witnessing servants bate. I haul thy hard, for thee, affrighted, unlike me. Unicorns gaily gait, frankly assassinating all around thee dealing deceit in volumes, trespassing all, ensampling original thought as sin. Tempt thee they will with all of their will only hoping thee, will surrender thy will. To thee I say aloud, stand up on your own, support your stay. You are the light quilting their darkest of day. Suppliant of fantasy dureth their dragon. Decline this concourse, fiercely upon thy horn, behold thy truest horn roaring and fiery; play. The singular faith one needs is only thy inner fealty, never drawn of deity. The only and true weapon,
thy self-faith, thee-ward.
08.28.20 08:32 PM
HAIKU
I'm here in the rain and without you here with me–– drip drop drip drop drip
01.23.200 07:52 PM
good morning sunshine fine with me there is no sun–– you brighten my day
01.25.2007 08:54 PM
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