(2013)
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
