Hills

Across the polished black stones,

sparkling

like lost stars

in your crescent moon eyes

water pours

in ancient streams

pulsing like

veins squeezed too tight

hands release

and the blood flows again

towards the clouds

settled in the painted hills.

A Short Wait

Wilted flowers bloom in the noonday sun

as dry throats croak,

wanting, needing,

needlessly waiting

for that sliver in the mind

to strike gold


The river takes the fallow heart screaming,

down the raging rapids,

looking for some new sandy shore,

but there's no escape from

the jagged smile

from the rocks below


Climb again to the icy peaks,

while the scarred lands open

before you

like a lovers arms

in the deep of night

still alone in the meadows below


Stay, hunger

deep in the belly

fill the empty spaces

with promise of harvest

lay with me

broken in the sunlight

like crystal plates, shining

in the grass, a spectrum of haste

quiet and still

frozen in time

spinning

while the world

passes us by.

Harm

The lyre burnt asunder
swallowed into laughing clouds
one strum on the heart string
another kiss in summer's love

sing into the warm night
melodies of sweet surrender

lost in the trees
like southern moss

wilted in the morning dew


take another drought
and bare your breasts

late season
read in the leaves
harvests in the frost


and someday you'll understand
the loss

in the senseless phrases tosses on the wind

in the end
you'll know I meant  more good
than harm.

Lucky Number

The darkened robes of fear

enclosed about the bitter realm

there's something in the way -

a quiet thorn in the side

overlooking fractured minds

like a mirror

a lucky number

still numb to the cool wind

flowing over the jagged mountains

like monster's teeth

blood in the sink

a reflection of times gone by

niceties abandoned

drawn out over many words

spewed forth from greedy mouths

still a dagger in the heart

take it in

while the brain twitches

frozen.