dream of death

His death dream
Feeling lost
In hidden secrets
His chest bleeds
Salted tide rising through
Beached sand
Gulls open his skin
¤
He dreams of us
Together
Apart
Pain
Happiness
We sleep
The washed white shore
¤
Sky turns orange
Moon turns gray
Our bodies melt
With the setting sun
Salt water
Pulls
Drawing us down
¤
Tunnel sought
Light locked
Blood still runs
On the still white
Day passed to
New moon night
Forever in the palm of his hands
¤
In death
He forgets me
Hiding his knife
With his secrets
His caged dragon
Stolen scales
Heated with fire
¤
He walks
Looking for me
Unremembered
He won't call out to me
I'm unknown
Dead
His dream of death

IV

Blood on my hands
won't wash away
Palm pooled
I run my fingers
through hair untangled

Slow motion
Of present time
pulses in dehydrated
Rebellion
No intravenous speed

Slicked back
Congealed red
The crimson
Of my mistakes
Browning

psychology of losing

I'm tired
I can't tell you
How I feel
•
These words
These
Words
Insufficient
In artistry
Unrecognized
In reason
•
I'm tired
Of digging
For the right words
Only to sound
Stupid
Or needy
Or desperate
Or just wrong
When
I
Am
Not
•
I'm tired
Of exploring
The depths
Of caverns
And canyons
Untouched
Until you
•
And you
Are no longer here
•
But the words
These words
Continue on
Looking for
Their meaning
My meaning
Waiting for
Some grand reward
That doesn't exist
•
This is still
Not right
What I write
•
My tired search
For accurate
Transliteration
Of what's inside
•

fractals

Like fractals
Endless fall
Into the same
Design
Comfortable
Squares and circles
Repeated patterns
Since childhood
•
Same skin
Stretched thin
Wear and tear
Goosebumps
And razor blade
Shaped like glass
Sharp crescent moons
Touching blood
•
My eyes
Squeezed closed
Circling insects
In rainbow patterns
Black shadowed
Silhouette
You touch me
My open eyes
.
.
.

steel moon

I
Close
My
Eyes
•
The fog rolled in
Obscuring
Stars and sky
Mostly
The moon
Feels lost to me
•
I burn like
The sun
In this dark
Of night
Wanting to drown
The soft glow
Of moonbeams
And suicide
•
Cheated reality
Pond cast
With frail line
Apart the light
Falls falling
Reach reaching
A single finger
For more distance
Stretched
To touch the moon
That isn't there
•
But he is
In all
His human form
Whole of feeling
Rimmed with
Steel and pain
I wish I could
Melt away
With the touch of my hand

3 poems

whisky soaked words
neat
in a tall glass
•
•
•
lying naked
in a field of dandelions
one gentle blow
and I am reborn
•
•
•
the struggle of the fly
is lost
on the spider
•
•
•
Poems are published in issue #95 of
Bear Creek Haiku
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art of communication

Where am I left
Without my tongue
Pink meat slab
Behind glass
Sliced paper thin
With a butcher's knife
Green transacted
Forked
Slithered
Bumpy taste buds
Dulled to death
Communion with strangers
Weighted hands
With all my words
My air breathing
Mouth saliva
Blood filled
Speechless
Struggled grunts
No soft kisses
Or gentle
Braided entanglement
Bites
And biting
Surrounded by dry lips
Wet teeth
Down clenched throat
In angry contempt
Of tongueless
Malignancy

over stayed welcome

Sitting here
Staring at all the words
Written on the wall
None are mine
My fingertips
Claw down the plaster
Nails on a chalkboard
Feeling the meaning
Of other people's pain
Drawn in
Sketched out
Tortures
Beat through my chest
Feet welded to asphalt
Unable to move
I fall into this
Bottomless pit
Of vicarious empathy
Red hair pasted
To cheeks with tears
I want to give
Myself away
To help make the words
Disappear
Releasing sensitivity
But I'm afraid
I've over stayed
My welcome

metal & flesh

Hot
Molten steel
Arc of
Elecricity jumps
Igniting sparks
Like stars
Hotter than the sun
Joining together
The unfamiliar into
One
Slow moving
White fire
Back and forth
Burning friction
Our mutual combustion
All that's left
Is cinders
And slag


Ripe peach
Soft texture
Between your lips
Sweet nectar
Drips
From your chin
Extract
Distilled
Luscious tongue
Regales
Divine flesh
Until the peach
Has come
And gone