(2013)
I feel you.
Static. White noise. Deafening silence, overflows; trickling webs
Behind a blinking twinkle, difference disappears, swirling midst an onyx cave, masked, like moon from sun.
Palpitation pressure flow. Insides flinch, break-beat, grow. Clotted frizzies,
Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,
Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,
Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds
Mysterious, midnight messenger, bearing life’s flare, emerging, swooping,
Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering
Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.
Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.
Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket
You sit and count my freckles. As we lay in dream-filled daze, in dappled shade, beneath a leafy bough. An infinite task in the midst of s…
Pearly hue, mottles through, filmy, fitful panes. Cascading its shimmer, silently; fluidly, flooding the room.
Day’s brightest star alights upon… breaking the horizon. He wakes; black mane, tainted auburn, sheening as he snuffles, shuffles,
Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,