Goodbye

Well, I have decided to go ahead and try out the facebooks as my primary place of posting. Blogger has been good to me, but it's time to move on. If there are actually any people who read anything here, you can continue to read at https://www.facebook.com/shadowsofmymind. If not, then...be well, stay safe, and of course, pour one out for me.

Broadside

Cheapskate, the clock reigns,

soon the dial of the shell cracks,

every kiss, whispers in the dark cry blank

traipse around the event horizon,

spinning at half the speed of light,

and music strains,

against the diamond pin-pricks on black velvet

but the rain doesn't bother us,

it's you and me in the end,

taken in by the fog,

eternally...

Counting Sheep

Close your eyes see the flecks of gold 

flashing like fire on the peripherals...

rivers of neon colors swirl into a thousand spirals,

resting translucent, torn to pieces,

a mind swaying ever so slowly in the dark

familiar faces paint my perceptions,

as my head on the pillow just melts away,

down, down, down,

soon breath becomes stolid, and

scenes of splintered mirrors on the roadway

don't seem out of place,

I got lost, just counting sheep...

at last.

Addled

Put aside the tremors of last night,

no one noticed the addled man,

cue the music soft on the senses, like pillowed

ash,

Pompeii arisen, deep red on the horizon

leaking, gushing, frozen in memory,

Do you recall the last time?

Lost in angel's hair rivers flowed meekly,

as lava defeats the flame,

we all pretend we're floating,

above the fray,

but we've truly run amok,

purging feeling, 

unable to stop feeling,

still there's the crazy, keepsakes

littered on the moon,

reminding us who you are.

Vector

Gliding,

searing hot pain,

like waves on the blue sea,

splintered patterns, woven into cloudy tapestry,

on a long drive, slow along the desert highway, mileposts skipped like stones

boredom, specially formed in cracks and crevices,

found a home wedged in my weary head,  never

saw the brights in the rear-view,

it was like a storm,

Flood

Never had the rain poured so hard,

still the brilliance of the gods shewn through,

like radio waves,

on that dusty road we never tired,

dislodged from infinity,

just another enigma,

encased in a bad dream...

Wonder

Blacken'd are the years,

with every day that past

swift as the solar winds,

evr'y day I sit here under the stars

and wondered why,

at rest, climates wander...

even as the hands of time play

revolving 'round the Daisy's dial

the glitter behind closed eyes

shewn the way,

lost,

like dreams in repose.

Oddly Familiar

Fling away...melting like wax

another day

flows down the drain

still

like oil to water,

we sleep in the same bed,

as the anointed portion of our love

pour down the rocky cliff

congealed

in the empty spaces,

like some forbidden fruit,

wet with anticipation ripened and red

soon the gentle breeze fits our mood...

'cause the darkness drifts like smoke,

all the weary legs, all the weary smiles,

lost in the drums...

Sweet like honeyed dawn,

embraced in something oddly familiar,

satin drenched in sweat

trailing out into the bedroom floor

like molasses,

on a pin-drop sky.