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.
Complex Geometries
The regal, complex geometries of architect Robert Hunt Morris & Richard Sharp Smith sharpen along the ornate copper ridge lines of the Biltmore house. Like a final French kiss, Vanderbilt’s initials are firmly pressed into the spire flag atop its highest peak.
fly words fly
wake up walking,
talking about being free as a bird.
take up talking,
gonna fly above all my words.
look down on the absurd,
look what I see is what I heard.
solo salute social anxiety,
this crowd laughs just like me.
in my mind just as free,
feet can’t outrun ruinous society.
fly back inside this bird will go,
nested in a comfort show.
may make up drawing,
chalking up all beauty for free.
raise up dawning,
it’s a new day, just you wait and see.
rode away
forbidden decisions
have ridden me out of town;
out on my own now.
the sun sets up west,
back east depressed;
driving away from emptiness.
head out on the road,
unload all that forebodes;
last night’s life elopes.
forbidden prism eclipsed,
deadline decisions writ;
our dividing lines split —
we move on from it.