a
straight
poison
meant to kill
more of her good cells
than such healthy ones as linger
surrounded by their friends, listening to the slow dripping,
as this vestige of medieval
medicine works its
way through her
spirit
and
veins
a
straight
poison
meant to kill
more of her good cells
than such healthy ones as linger
surrounded by their friends, listening to the slow dripping,
as this vestige of medieval
medicine works its
way through her
spirit
and
veins
swamps
red
with reeds
in autumn
placemats on tables
set for sleeping green giants
as the clouds, the original blimps, soar above —
a
fence
that bites,
despising
anyone who tries
to enter through or over it —
a sign of real unwelcoming:
written with metal
and twisted
into
sheer
pain
wind
moves
your hair
so softly
taking it all in
the vast expanse of the ocean
the reaching of clouds
all gathered
within
your
glance
and turn
spray kicking
with your pirouette
the ballet of the waves and you
receding again
gathering
for one
more
time
to make
a moment
within this frail life
of grace and pure carelessness
that i can retain
long after
the last
wave
goes
strong
arch
still lets
the sunlight
peek through as needed
for in yielding does real strength lie
Vague
Shapes
Floating
Weightlessly
Summoning madness
Pirouetting through calumny
Another vestige
Of discord
Limping
Back
Home
light
crust,
butter,
pesto sauce,
and roasted peppers
that know how to seduce a man
green
sky
glowing
overhead;
these strange northern lights
haunt my sleeping and waking dreams –
these strange northern lights
overhead:
glowing,
sky
green
sail
on
when things
seem frozen;
let ill winds move you
and experience the freedom
that comes with knowing
the winter
can’t stop
you
now