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At this table

At this table, I’ve stared at the blankness of my mind for too long.

The longing of my skin has numbed and the countenances of strangers

have come in place of who should be here.

There is only the sound is of the poem, the piano, and the string whispering to me.

I have taken the deepest part of you and slung it out against pavement.

I have hammered and chiseled until there was nothing left,

until the cancer of my world fled.

I am here.

I am here and there is nothing for it.

but then you speak to me.

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Little moths

Wax dripped over
Worn wood as silver waxed
And waned over aged edge
Dripping to softer thoughts
Of softer days
From time to time
Change flickered to fire
an ember retired
Crowned on wanted words –
Little moths flocked.
Little moths danced.
Joyful.

I have checked the clock

I have checked the clock more times
than blinking
in an effort to meet the hour
of dawn’s arrival.
First, the witching hour came
leaving magic at my door
a bird flew past
then two more
a cricket cricked
leaves gathered dew
a spider spun a frame
for the rising view
and in quiet
unattended by all but
nature’s whims
did the sun glimmer at
the edge and let
day begin.

Inconsequential

Delight in moments inconsequential

billowing across blue watercolor skies

breathe in the vision

close your eyes and draw them on memory

for these are treasures waiting

to reveal themselves when consequential

days gather weight and storm

I AM

Cerulean peace

mascarading verimuei of

persian plum bing

echoing in mind’s sky

like a gypsy moth

motorcycle gang,

looking for lightswitch

raves and hued

tinboxes of marmalade

memory

speaking with

coquelicot tails of truth

and shipwrecked words

hung on springtail

shiz ogg ony’s

orange weighted thoughts.

I am stones set against the hills

Aztec black

achromatic

pirate motorcades

worming through

otherworld roads

pillaging ghost hall verbiage

turbid mocking bird calls

in the hopes electric violet

dreams

glow brighter there.

There were my Oak tall darker

self waits patiently plotting

to feast on the Elder silver sung

failures

of a golden aluminum mind.

Mint mingled with meaning

tangled

forks pushing straw braiding

creepping vines of

mental loops retracting and

reacting to the envolope

of time marching backwards

and spell crafted lines.

I am rythem

I am rhyme

I am london calling

Bell tower mourning

the loss of porcelian

knowledge

book covered middles

and shoes sole mustered glory

I am walking low

and hiding uninvisible

fae almanac verses

I am color me chrystal

tranglewreck borders

laughing at the horders

of words in head

that bears a sign

flashing Red

open for business

but I

I having nothing to sell.

I am sour pill bitten

snakeless tooth smitten

electric force cork drumming

mental note strumbingover

Moroccan pyrogen

seducing ubiquitously

like a neruotoxin

in silky perfection

a glue tin ation

verilent in

the prusuit of

faith

and calling the mice of fortunate

ransom to

stationary spilled out on

earthen green tables

laid to rest and memorialized

on sombre ink and ivory paper.