This blue tape is six feet apart. The world wracked in pain and death. The old stalked. Shall my heart beat six feet wide to fill the agony? My isolation needs no tape to pack it tighter. I have always seen you from a distance my ... humanity. When will we know safety? Will it be at a distence? Has it always been this way? Is the new normal the same as always? Nothing new at sunset. Nothing new at dawn.          

Sharp chaos shattered  glass all around on a scared wooden floor. The brutal bull has left a mess. It stalks me still. Oh, how amused it must be. Another carupt vandal in my life. Now comes the loving hummingbird set to replace every shard. Out of innocence only, I ask am I a white knight on a silver steed? Why? Is it for guilded glory and wilted honor? A splinterd lance pincushioning some random wind mill. Taking spiritu...

Aren't they heavy and too bright to hold? They hover and twinkle in your eyes. What do they call from you lady?  Surely they burn too hot. How they burden you. Do you need them? Do they guide your way? These fireflies, sparks of creation. In your lion heart, where does the fire dim and the spark begin? ... I ask you, can you see her there? A goddess. A woman. She blazes. Starfire in her hair.      

I have come here to stand between the sand and the sky, where reason lies. I have come to the edge of eternity to ponder a question. As the waves crash I have come to learn a humble lesson. The sand is soft as a childs memory. God? Do the waves speak to me? Do you? Am I damaged goods? Am I a wronged man? Here, God,  I am by the waves and the soft sand. God? Am I a mad man? I ask here on the edge. Where I thought it may be...

She was the final sorrow before Avalon fell. Yet indeed Avalon fell. Oh! Queen of childhood dreams how shall my honor renew. Oh. Innocence buried. Rotten crow feast and rusted armor cannot defend your brilliant crown. I scream to God it is she who wears the halo of thorns. As I suck air from the rip of the spear of destiny as it weaves fate into my twisting guts. Only a lost for you now. Your poet stripped of every metaph...

I found a note in a bottle. It must have floated halfway across the sky. Who knows the wonder in such a journey. I have been alone all my life. Try to understand how my hands trembled as I uncrumpled the edges. Return to sender was all it said. It was agony to realize it was my handwriting. One thing kept me from going insane. My signature was...tier stained    

I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I.  I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothing but charity for her. I see a soulless one who has no grace. What can I think of him; save only God knows. Then borrowed deep  like a dung Beatle I see me. Bound down ya...

Are the fireflies dead? I have not seen them since I was a child. Are they wounded? Are they leaving us like the butterflies? Do you think they are fallen angels or faeries? Oh, how they danced for me weaving living lightly through my fingers. Like the butterflies do they weave chaos in the afterglow of the Aurora Borealis? Have you watched two dance in a jar? What joy they brought me as a child. Like all faeries say a pr...

In sorrow we pay our deepest respect. There is tragedy in joy. Numb in endless ways. Find solace in bright stars. Find as the shaman say the face of your buda. The cost with out is one bright penny. Some play at humanity some ride the light. Tumble with me. See hope shine. Walk with these few words. Do a kind deed, perhaps. I know time holds us like a straight jacket. The earth does as well. Find a blue day and love it tr...

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to. There is no rage but the coal burns. I am focused. Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps. You see no blood in the storm. I am now but only for this long. Even fools h...

It is meritocracy It is cumbersome. It demands too much of my blood. I don't care about these words any more, nor does anyone. It grinds out like shards of cheese. I cant. I don't want to. All I do is whine and hurt. Drugs are better. ... Perhaps death has one more poem to be written on my gravestone "Here lay pauper and a poet - he loved being nither."    

I don't want to ask any more questions. But I must to find piece. Yet  I don't understand. The pain. The rain. Or a baby's laugh. I can not understand how thick the plots can be. It saddens me that songs live brighter lives than poems. The longest day has the brightest night. The Strongest whiskey won't chase the most jagged afterglow. Women and men are broken bow and an ax left in the dirt and lost in the sand. It is a q...

Onward into the splinter of a frozen rain. In my piety I look into thy limp heart. Tonight the black widows of my enemies stalk me. By the hourglass on your skanks. I smell it is you who are terrified. You feel the heat of my furry coming at you. I have marked the year carefully. In this sentence I declare royalty. By pen and by pastry knife I rise against with discipline.  My eyes have turned to ice. My bones grind memor...

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  

Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much.  Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the sunset basil. You hold that soft yellow orb in your smooth hand. Command it sunfire! You are the source of yellow and you are the only one who doesn't know it. Or my lov...