#Dream #Love #Rhyme
Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.
Sycophant milquetoast running from your brown nose Everyone superior looked down on in the mirror Apologetic worm
I pray every one of their children… Lord, make it so. I pray one of their sons murders them in cold blood, while the rest of their kids cover…
subdermal dust spots speckled like freckles across the nose of a woman next door on her balcony
gliding along the wavelength riding the sonic chain stomach acid, gutteral pain banister of razor blades backbeat drum machine
back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight
summer brings slurries wicked sticky sleet drops puddling, pooling, icicles drippin… slush gushes from the frosted roof… winter heat fries the egg
we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun
breath of sky on her spine creeping, chilly blows flow down to her thighs the slightest summer wind
Djarum special. Spice of smoke. On my porch, breathing tobacco and clove. 2pm, August 13, 2023.
perched upon the table made of oak and maple stones carved of cedar and sycamor… is grandpa’s checkerboard when mom and dad play rummy
a porch light leads me home glowing bright like a lighthouse beam warning of the rocky shoals the farmland sky at night
lava oozes down the peak the sweat and heat, my body quiver… glowing golden, burning streams blazing, globbing, gobbling flames hungry molten rivers
charred scents linger within the astronaut’s mind suits, boots, glove fingers leave scent memories behind reek of burnt toast and sulfur
strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling