the memory keepers
awaken the sleepers,
give rise to those
lost loves still eager —
to invade our memories
like a seeping ether…
they arrive
as true believers
and all time seers,
peace love doves
that are also palm readers;
holding our hand
until we understand
we’re all keepers.
moment’s mention
my apprehension
reaches new dimension,
find self in breathless mentions.
upon further comprehension,
half-full glass glistens —
no inner dissension;
give permissive permission
to just listen.
love is friction,
no matter intention;
it’s an imprecise incision
that cuts into my dimension.
purvey
age old day —
out on display,
ripe for dismay.
wilted & pained,
rotten we decay;
life fails us that way.
disgruntled will
what you may;
a deadbeat downplay.
pour in sun —
warmth conveys
your inner array.
breathe breaths,
oxygen mainstay;
live to purvey.
your light lit —
lifts my life today.
genre bender
oh genre bender —
cover me in hot wax,
place me in your blender;
make my hidden tracks react
like a bootlegged sinner.
oh genre bender —
turn your tables on me,
drape your toned arm
across my tender tonality;
press play on me,
let your muses render
a new kiss cut tapestry.
Oh genre bender —
place me on your platter,
trace my grooves
and spin me relentlessly;
scratch my back half,
forcing my surrender
so no one plays after me.
Oh genre bender —
once play is exhausted
raise my needle needlessly;
a hard test press
inside your slit sleeve;
I feel your splendor,
my tremolo reverberates endlessly.
Oh genre bender —
you’re pitch perfect for me;
your belt-drive blender
makes return to sender
no longer a possibility.
Summer Solstice
Longest day,
knives the night;
cesarean delivery
reconstitutes mother sun.
Break of light;
hacks the black,
shadows become undone.
Beat the heart,
inhale triumphant;
true are the days
nature has begun.
Our highest point;
enchanted by ancients,
blend time —
become as one.
turnaround
around the curve,
a swerve to bend;
clouded blue road
looks back again —
no reverse course
makes pain unhappen.
old mileage reports,
“you can’t undo where
you’ve never been.”
new road transports —
it’s miles ahead
of what you lost hope in.
Novelty
Tell me
I’m something
I’m not;
I’ll be that thing
that I am.
The spirit
I inherited
I got;
It’s integral
to the man
that still stands.
Forever
in thought;
Lifted I am —
Extended out,
I will be
a loving hand.
head role
the king of longing,
dead but calling
with his lost head.
“put down the coup!”
he orders the troops
from his basket bed.
the armies gather,
argue “would you rather,”
all loyalties out bled.
king’s wife of strife,
queen of the knife;
a conspirator that fled.
upon pike impaled,
rude awakening unveils,
his united kingdom…
…finally dead.