Pen-itential (Poets’ Apology)

Petals Passionately Perfume Potential Paradise

Here it unfolds…
A thousand centuries within one petal scrolled
Hope among the stars who’ve lost their zest
Dreams captive in my heart have hurtled from my chest
Moonfire sky ignites the stars into chrysanthemum sparklers
I’ve been waiting for something that I never knew I wanted –
And I dive
Into this waterfall of an ancient oceans visions in caramel eyes
There you are…
Strange and dark, stark and beautiful
I fell fast instead of rushing slow
I held Time –
Reached into eternity to steal what was obviously mine
Love’s been murdered constantly by all these poets
Pen their words as if they’re mystics and precious when they show it
Fill our minds with their nicotine mythologies
Glamorizing what they believe was never meant to be
Loves gestation barely ascends before left in sooty ruins
No lovers cosmic coupling, ferocious, fetishised, feral swoons
No latticed lavender elixir running sweet through darkroom arteries
No equinox embalmed souls, eucalyptus twined, and thus –
Graven wounds morose no longer outlive time
Did you send me spirit blooms in the ravens tongue?
Messenger with your eyes, whispering of love and madness…
I’ll plant them in our cemetery garden, beneath the moonstone circle topiaries
I’m so sorry that you didn’t know
I’m so sorry that you told yourself that no one
Would ever want to see your soul
Glimpses of layers, grey into blue
Outlines of shadows in sanguine-tinted hues
Come lay with me on the crest on the hill
Sky of rose-tinted marmalade, light mating with shade
No need to search for further clues
I’ll take your hand right on cue
Among puffy cumulus cloud animals –
I see you

Something a bit different V

Chrysalis Clouds Cough Crayola Cornucopias

The Spring (2000)

How many times could I have looked into your eyes
Leaving that way was so unfair, no compromise
We both thought it’d be okay
That you’d come back to… stay
And now here, your voice has become unclear
My heart aching, full of the darkest fear –
Some day will pass by
Where you won’t cross my mind
What good now?
How do you show love to a ghost?
How do you vow
That they’re the one you loved the most?
Crumpled leaves on wet grass
Trampled from the warriors of your past
Like the waves within a squall –
Their tears crash and… fall
And it’s you who was the hero
To this little girl
It’s you who was the safest place
In my vicious world
That pedestal that you stood upon
Is full of dust now that you’re gone
My faith flew, just like you
And now, oh, what I wouldn’t do…
Now my devotion lies in flowers on your grave
Tears, my confession of my love for everything you gave
We thought the spring would be our time –
We didn’t know that winter meant… goodbye
It’s you that was the hero
To this little girl
Trying to navigate
Without you in my world
This city will always be you
Emerald city green turned blue
Looking to the sky…

We thought the Spring would be our time
I’ll bring you lilacs like your backyard had
Pile them high so their sweet perfume
Lingers like my love for you

Spoiled Bones

Slathering Spirit with Sunrays and Sand

Worms; Trails in the key of blue, gnawing the light into mulch
Where I stumbled and fell –
Cerulean skies churning and rumbling, a vertigo undertow rushing, dragging
This dissonance, malengine shadings in my bones
Indicating misplaced instruments and lost rhapsodizing
Perpendicular and horizontal planes, out of rhythm and unaligned –
Reliving the tilted dreams in your head that you can’t remember
Film on paper, of intersections with sinistral rotations –
Puncturing symmetrical contours of my living religion
This caffeinated cathedral arcs over city; Metal and rust, concrete and dust, chatter and hush…
Times dreams ride the ferris wheel; You can hear their voices expiring out in the choppy sound

So I caught the crosscurrent East of Seattle
Clinical exfoliation punching away the grey
Moldy brick road drying out in the dessert, toad lily, lilacs and sagebrush kiss my cheeks –
Dance beneath a scorching sun lathering tulle, confetti clouds
Long hair swinging round beneath fresh cactus and I hear a sound
And realize that I’m laughing…
Mint fields caressing strawberry hills bordered by dogwoods; Solstice velvet pink snow-petals twirling down
And moist, hot summer nights, windowsill by candlelight –
Words resonating through invisible portals, sliding down space and time, caressing us
Eventually calling you mine

Adobe moon-shadow dancing on fire mountain, captivating eyes
Beaded prayer sticks swaying to the winds breathy sighs
Billowing smoke fingers feather braided onyx hair
Starshine illuminates tribal totems colliding with ravens, on citrus skin
River rocks, crowstone and moonstone beckon tonight
Sage songs on the warriors path of complications and deviations
Where he lingered, stumbled and fell –
Tripping the light fantastic into absinthe and mushroom devastations
To bury his raging at every vile incision –
Her lunatic tactics and tin man narcissism

You’re running wild in my yesterday
Recollections gleaning betrayal-anger that you couldn’t put down
Pain spitting glowing crimson coals
That I walked across barefoot and naïve
Because even your ancient scars were beautiful –
Although some bridges are simply better burned
So we grabbed a can of gasoline and one last time returned…

Incisions mend yet surface scars still chant like ghosts in trees at times, dressed in blue
Dandelion ligatures creep on the ground; Fill our heads with fossilized accelerants –
But it’s summer, get the hose and spray those spoiled bones out of the driveway
Into the sand to devour what once tasted like clover but then turned sour
Our faces turned to the desert breeze, gazing over the wall into valley dunes
Your graffiti-painted eyes, all of that spider web pain breathed into helium balloons
Parched and bleached goathead soil, tumbleweed rolling down the road
Has finally become, through trial of blood, bone and bile
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