a hush rushes

Natural red & white
upon your
cheeks. A hush
Rushes your smile
before you
speak. Holding
my breath
not a word moves.
Cold clean
fingers grasp
into dance. Wet
kisses .
In the warmest
embrace. Shadow-
like, two become
one. Deep
eloquence
passes of as innocents
In view
of traffic & the
frozen food section.
Animals accept
one another
just like this.
Tattooed &
transferred from
a dream. Our
grasp can not
come apart.
A hush
Rushes your smile
before you
speak. Holding
my breath
not a word moves

---

like jimi brian or janis

Outside, its full of color & light. I dragged
my crutches. I’ve shouted in love. I know
perfection exists. I dragged out all of
my potions . I left the ones that offered
solution. Silence & soft escape, was that
my mistake ? Thirst & quench all that
is not bent. There is no need for Heat.
Outside the sun floats low. 4:30pm &
I feel like wasting this like its the end.
Sitting deep in my seat I feel like jimi
brian or janis . I’ll be on the right train
when it rains . To know who I truly am.
Silence & soft escape, is my timing too
early ? Is it all too late, for this poet
at the gate ? Is the next dance, whiskey
& old lace ? You shuffle & you glance.
You chose not to enter, to leave me alone.
Is this your way of salvation. Peace of mind ?
Shuffle to the bar. Sneak through the air
meet him there. Seeing myself wasted.
A little drunk, I started to think, that I finally
thunk. Broken promises bent into excuse
& ramblings of a drunk, buckles this wheel
inside. Sounds of frost, dream & remorse
will howl beneath the full moon tonight.
Outside, the trees & houses turn burn orange.
Darkness presses heavily at departure as
I fight the Giant White Piano.

4:30pm &
I feel like wasting this like its the end.
Sitting deep in my seat I feel like jimi
brian or janis . I’ll be on the right train
when it rains . You shuffle & you glance
you chose not to enter. Outside the
day had been wasted.

---

stuck with wax

You could see
that, what is there.

All these things
in pretty flesh . Cheapen
forgiveness, for him too .
Extortion and strong
talk, may have dried
upon my tongue. I thought
to my rescue, a rose , you are
to hurt nor to harm ? These
feathers stuck with wax .
To now. In shade & cover
in fern & flower like any other.
These nails, I’ll not pretend
have shouted pain. In stoic
grimace & the howlings of
the Sinister. All these things
in pretty flesh fly , from reach
of the dead ?
I should only arrive with out
arrival & leave through
a Tradesman’s entrance .
Disappear before this scene
develops a thread. To ware
this sheet of time is wrong.
Extortion and strong
talk, may have dried
upon my tongue. Parables
were outlined & wine spilt
in my consumption. Though
I have seen without looking
and spoken as much . Of this
and worse still. How still is
your tongue ?
To now. In shade & cover
in fern & flower like any other.
These nails, I’ll not pretend
have shouted pain.