(2013)
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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…
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
