Darkness of Light

spawn of winter
in maternal muse,
surrender

the cold
embraces frozen heart,
looking for
a way to light the dark
already there

sub-zero tears
race to stab
drifting snow,

the lake effect
dances ‘round
nothing’s worse
than the black ice
consuming you

Breath Wren

sex spoken of
in just whispers
little said
of fluid motion
of power it serves

screaming
of days filled in embrace
of those pacified
on pangs of its pleasures
temples and reigns
built and fallen
in the in between
folds of the skin
entered and left
pistols peaking

tales be told
blood running
soldiers in battle
falling under gun and blade
dodging and dropping
rarely looking up to the goings on
lords and ladies of the manner
as war rages on
pillow talk of bed fellows

Poly-Ticks

hide me in the house
keep my eyes from
seeing the truth painting
in the widows are the pictures
all I hear is
go back to sleep
stay in dream state

there will always be
proctor to protect
from foes and friends
no need to know
the evil face
that calls itself reality

deep inside is an urging
to go back where it all began
so hard to do
when the canvas
looking at so long
has been painted over
so thick
like a world in itself

what is beneath the skin
what lies beneath the crusted over lies

In Born

the bile
stirred in gut
feeling
holds a lot

all these forces
keeping the child
away from mother
afraid each will
wake the other

voices race
in circles ‘round
dancing medley of song
sung for far to long
secrets of a world
taken away
from family
erasing the promise
of ancient birth rite

Jiggle of Key

forms of fear
enlighten the strongest
of us
will they tell us
what they see
are we just the terrified child
born of a mother
grown to old and cold
to treat us as
anything

your lies
disconnect us further
from the womb
umbilical rotted away
to long ago
for memories account
we ask not for
a map to where
the apron strings once were
just for deliverance

keep us locked in a prison
with no clue
as to crimes or key
what of the sentence
confining us
sins committed by a hand
before we were even born
and here we are
answering to these actions

Reason In

And in beats
Of the heat,
As drum strokes
Chime off tolls
Of the dying
On those drying skins

In dragons breath
So much has been said
All the plastic peoples
Set before us
Sounding off such static noise
Efforts to appease
Becomes unjust guttural tease

Desert wind
Been blowing
Since the start
Of time
As the air grows
Thinner entering
With all forced to hear

Someone somewhere
Out there needs to
Be running for the future
Let us see if it all was
Was it all a dream
And if it were real
What was the reason?

Fitting

as party dissolves
questions asked

six pence
maybe a penny or two
just enough to make it through
swamp of dreary thought
what may come of
the meaning of doing it for free

malay of moment
becomes true and naked
when shucking the corn
becomes more than tossing cum
may be time intimacy
and intercourse is real
shared without reason

wrap your lips
around
four letter word
in time to try
it on for size