The yellow rise in my eyes
the hull in my cheeks
the dusk in my breath
am I but human

the sallow mist in my veins
the tawny thing I knew
the battered bird flown
to where it became free

grit behind the lids of lisping tongues
rabid groves of frightened limbs
wrenched from the pulse of earth itself
kindness bore its crooked snigger mouth
bend on wire and turf crumpled hay
its hooves turned broad as lamplight frozen

thing
do you
know
my name?

Senseless

Knocked senseless
the runes in my bones
the craters in my veins
the scars in my voice
the tears in my hair
the gas in my eyes
the fire in my skin
the echo in my brain

all gone numb as blood in muddy water
as thickener in poison potions
as formaldehyde in jars

propped on my pillow
as night croaks
as dark squeezes
as dry stars pelt
as no moon shimmers
as weak legs falter
as doubting stomach lurches

erased like chalk on mellow wanting
the ache retreating
the absence receding
the pain subsiding
the confusion retort less

no wonder
no hope
no joy
nothing but a solid urge to wake tomorrow in lighter light

Dear diary

Never been here before
Never stayed out on a Sunday
Never drank in the scene of the film
on a Sunday
Never sat with you on a Sunday
never showed my face on a Sunday
Never shouted on a Sunday
Never showed you what it meant on a Sunday.

Never possessed the words it took on a Sunday

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By these broken jammed wilderness yawns
By the huddles thorough thoughts
un -chopped in hesitance
Non featured in the daily
Was it the tone in your voice
the sound of your pause
the breath you took in between
what could be , maybe love
that not as a toy, not as a crutch
not as something I threw out yesterday.....
could it boogies beyond the walls and streets of this town??
Could it serve breakfast as a clown-
who knew what evidence it would produce as you simply sat by me
or I sat simply by you

Opening like a china fan

No morning in grief
No eye without thought
No lips touching dawn
No shade below river
No rock without foot
No heart without racing
No speed brushing tides
No ocean towing windows
No fog moving hills
No fawn flowing embers
No fire kissing winter
No frost melting hands
No fingers throwing sticks
No brush growing dim
No light hushing children
No laughter pushing tears
No fate knowing freedom
No liberty sunk in ashes
NO coals tossing chants
No greed haunting walls
No gold drowning blood
No red passion death
No bosom fighting tender
No warrior glaring love
No wisps bombing youth
No smoke rising towers
No rain rising mortar
No gloom pushing through
No poise of demise.

blue suede the ocean

blue swayed the ocean
crescent on my heart
opening like dawn
flurry as cuspid truth
broken arms amended
sullen cheeks persuaded
beside the melancholy
whatever it was before
now isn't therefore
neither hauty nor bold
but bleeds in my blood
as you do