To every glow a stammer

I have an emotional need

some kind of lucid strain

a sin for every mouthful

choking up a lucky crane,

making for the hour glass

running faster to refrain.


A sigh that has no end

at every corner and every bend

another broken falling

another crying rend,

empty sounds of knowing matter

and nothing left to mend.

Its a high, a caressing smother

a height beyond what’s grave

reaching out to stir no other

and or no ground is here to pave.

Undying never

I knew her,

the beauty of her leaves

as she waved gently

across the open skies,

it was bye the waves

that she lulled me in

her currents of gentle



I remember her,

full faced sunlit

and freckles

upon each star,

the allure

of moonlit eyes

that surrounded

her halo

of ever being.


I died with her,

that moment of recall

when my reach

was all the nary

of a seeking empty vessel,

that hovered over severity

never finding that embrace,

lost to the coil

of her fleeting.

The pinch

I’m really not surprised

the spider says to fly

when the wasps come all around

its every web for itself

and every one plays low down,

now you my friend

are just a treat

with your naïve and little way

questions from a tiny mind

and answers that dismay,

as I wrap you up so snugly

you continue with your talk

as if nothing wrong is happening

its going to be quite the shock,

when you realize this is not your bed

and the song it turns to tragic

you’ll wish to never be born

such a simple little maggot.

The chess composition

I’m a cherry on the house

branching out across the spheres

a no mans land of riddles

sharpening tender tears,

in this world I see the plenty

its a monster of a whale

dowsing all in winded glitter

through a torn and tattered sail,

children moving in and out

from one door to the next

spilling over from one to another

at the poisons of seeping text,

adults are afraid to move

so the board is standing still

with the promise of a better world

its check mate for the kill.

There’s a buzz

Tender pathling’s along the way

across the rivers that move to sway

its you my friend that songs are given

where hearts are smitten

and the strings all pulled to bay,

to my delightful vision

your hardly a breath away

always there to lend a hand

at the sounds of everyday,

the motors trend in lulling

and your smiles in their play

but these moments ever passing

always open to the stray.


So keep on my gentle friend

for the sky is ever calling

where the stars in all their culling

ever wonder and the way

staring into spacey flies

full of minds and all their mulling.


But I do look sweet lover

to the ever sullen woods

in a place with no memory

with why, how, and could,

but to each that I proclaim

the volume turns up short

and every beat is twisted

into some recoiling retort,

reality it would seem

is nothing but the tale

and living is a story

as in the belly of ones whale.


To ponder for even a moment

that consciousness is to ‘I think’

to be aware of this surrounding

in the wonders of a place

to where no human has gleaned afore,

along the waters edge

swimming through each step

and understanding every nothing

as the precious experience

of a lingering future vision.

Free will

When did you become so full

my heavy flowing heart

to burden yourself with calming

in the hopes of a sweet depart,

your rivers fluid with yearning

a loss and find so rare

ever moving through the afterglow

no glory no shine no affair,

dripping in fainted sorrows

along the pattered path

footed broken bones

where daylight is dark with wrath,

there’s a deepness all around us now

seeking richly within our soul

crowding us into chambers

instilling empty bowls,

is there time to know his life

if only we understood

placed into a misled sleep

at the laden songs of creeping wood,

will wakeness never come

to save me from this falling course

stirring to me my senses

as leading water to a horse.