Your Polidicktate Flag

Your polidicktate flag
is draped across your chest
while you sit... stuck
in the depth of your righteous chair
wet flatus.... dripping from your mouth
I’m looking through you
to see - your insides are jellified.

The morality of my patience –
is worn down for you.

So trundle off – to a stop or three
no money for the hungry
no value for the trees
nothing for the river –
only words... that flow.

All I hear now – is the quiet.

As you head off -
towards the twilight of the dead
elusive is the west – all the politicians
each state ... meant for us
dark rooms, where papers lie in jest.

Flags are burning – hidden
in the dark of night.

While you feast on bodies –
left out...suffering in the cold.

When all we want to do
is come home -
and drink the warmth of truth.

She Pushed Me

He cast his shadow
to see what he can reel
a splash of smoky shape
now, no shape at all.

Cold ice under foot
a steep hill without a slope
she pushed me.

Please -
don’t ever touch me
until you hear me fall.

Those Hues - of Blue

I first drew an image, to see if she was true
or was my hand influenced
by the renaissance
painted in the aftermath of hues.

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What choice did I have...
but to dance... upon her ivory thighs
stark white keys, waiting to be played
soft music - high notes --- and sighs.

Tell me – is there a better way to paint
then with your fingers – and your eyes?

But she took--- liberties with me
and spilt my soul______
until her brackish night was full.

Unsatisfied, she took my brush
in soft deep tones...of hush
she made me - the mistress... of her house
my fire, now burnt amongst the canvases -
of her un-kindled flames.

But how could I - a master painter
not find the light – deep within
to revitalize her darkest moods.

So with my palette in hand
I stroked her canvas
till I seen my wanting ways
then I painted her
and took away....
those hues - of blue.

Atop The Pier

Your words bear a heavy tread
what else need you say -
that you haven’t said.

Crushingly, my pillow fills with tears.

Who are you to brandish me
a torn flag who flutters in the wind
or a symbol burned upon the ground.

I may be lost, but no longer counting fears.

Carelessly you domineer
tethering me –
you tie my hands,
so I may never feel the truth - of you.

Dump me in the river – wash my years.

What fool I am to you
these outstretched arms
to catch your casting stones
my pockets may be full –
but no longer do I feel the weight of you.

I used to feel the water - but now, I stand atop the pier.

I Hear

All I hear
is the cry of the trees
as they lean away
anchored in their beliefs.

We all watch
as their leaves – fall away
the earth screams
and the light fades
greens, purples, reds – decay
a year is mulched away.

Life erodes
to only be enriched
eyes and heart blossom
all the stars – seek a new day
all the broken limbs
sprout again
born upon the wind.

Now I hear
the Mockingbirds
and the soothing beauty
as a songbird nest.

Now I hear the life
which grows around
the trees.

And now I hear the life -
in me.

Whispers Love

Can you feel the breath of dawn
this sensuous whispered sigh,
which dissipates the clouds
and strokes the moaning hills.

Tender lips like feathered feet
snared drums
my heart beats………….

Horizontal, till the golden mound
raging oaks-----pine…..
heaven parts
can you feel it now -
the breath of dawn
as the morning -
wakes.

Shivers
waves upon a lake
raging falls,
gasping at the earth
liberating senses
tastes the dew…..
as morning purrs.

Then feel the breath of dawn
as it whispers love -
to you.

In The Mist

She held me -
as if I belonged to her
nothing else existed
no wind, no trees -
no leaves.

A mountain
trapped between two valleys
a trickle and a stream
a place where dreams are held
captured - but unheard.

So precious is the sound
wrapped in rain
feelings…..
droplets, which began
like smooth morning jazz
a clarinet
closed eyes - and
dancing fingertips….
on my ivory skin.

Morning's tender lips
which kisses me
suspended -
in the mist…..