Love oh Love!
My stern of truth!
This ship has wrecked and all racks
bleeding ocean waters!
Although port is in sight death more so.
Townspeople scream, bells a ‘ringing
but already our sailor’s eyes hollowed.
Yeah. Way down last night below the hull:
we sang: “stand up and be counted!
for what we are about to receive!”
the decks clean and sails pristine.
How dearly; the clean drops of red
where upon the deck my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead –> So stand up
and be counted for what we are about
to receive and hail to the good times
cause like life good times leave.
For all sailors upon waves within
distance waters we salute you.
We salute you.
But with undying fire exult o’ shores!
ring O’ bells! And first mate: walk
the deck my Captain lies fallen
cold and dead!
:: 08.13.2021 ::
“S” hissed toward my heart
as from Eden’s garden!
Sibilance! As seven
A loquacious theater upon
the lagniappe stage of life.
The word. As an ancient
bookstore i shall call,
My Soul! As sanguinolency within
my dying heart. I watched the
group of wild mustangs rush
into the purple red desert night.
Then lost eyesight.
:: 09132021 ::
time paused and universe
y a w n e d:
life and death screamed
“C A U S E!”
the tic-toc rhythm
t u red *
became a baby born:
:: 12-26-2014 ::
:: rev: 09132021 ::
MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:
‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’
:: 09.13.2021 ::