dreamed

i've no desire to hide amongst the leafy trees.
although they call and hold my head above the
never ending daylit clouds of ubiquitous dread,
they sing to me with hopes of things that i could not ever
myself to bring.

i'd bask in rays of what could be, and scale a rigid branch to find
horizons ending, daylight dies, in western ways from where we lie;
a curdling, deep, and setting sun upon the souls of mountain wounds.
we writhe and grind our teeth a-feared, as another dawn comes looming near.

daisy

an ugly daisy,
freckled white with flaxen
stains that spread along the wrinkle
ravaged petals, thirty-one count
behind the glorious golden pointillistic patterns of
purity from which they
eject out into open air

overheard

in quiet bubbling
streams of consciousness
I fish, for more, a
complement
to ensnare by way of
baited breath.

the scales of gilded pearl
and light white-orange glow
and flow tonight,
but all of the world's an empty pool of
sifts and shifts, the solemn sands
that drift and drift across the depths
of moonlit waves of nothingness.

ginger ale

out of stark-raving green smooth
burns my tongue my throat
slides over tonsils.
nothing so sickeningly sweet
but sharp, bitter, quiet
understated, understandably so,
so it wraps around my heart
and lungs
and tugs

wars

breathe heave like dry bread,
up a cracked and lonely dirt road riverbed.
capsizing the crooked little canoe,
as was what was there was just for you;
whereas I pine and am ever green,
we brown and crumble, like waking dreams

green green

My love, I could not have come to know
how rain drops drip
and sink into the salmon soil;
to cumber my green, green grass,
and leaven your wiry wool.

open to fall

dry dry rye with a slice of lime pie,
a styrofoam cup of your darkest red wine
under glass danced on a tabletop days
a skirts hem to slip up a glancing eye gaze
through grasswind whispers that'd pass idle ears
to a mute crook'd grin slides a summersalt tear