WHEN

Traffic is stopped
Blood pours from the red of the street light
No green light to reach out to

The street rises
Under the car
Cracking open
Its asphalt mouth
The broken white lines
Teeth
Gnaw in the deep dark
Undertow

A guttural rhapsody
Rises through the sewers
A spirit from the sewage
A Siren of the city

She takes transit to the country
Transpierces the roots of a tree
Dresses herself in its
Bark
A scruffy paperback princess

Whose crisp colourless leaves
Undangle themselves
Zigzagging with the wind
In a gentle descent
Resting on terra firma

Leaving her
A charcoal sketch
Branching outward

In the dormant
Silent

Chill

Sweet Deluge

The bubbles in my bath
Fizzle tranquilly
Surrounding me with
Soft
White
Whispers

I am

Surfacing

Soaking

The water mothers me
Queen of the suds
Of this ceramic womb

Floating
Still

My hazel hair rests
Gleaming on my shoulders

An aureate flame
Sways on a single candle

Serenity glows

I am
Steeped

The Bloom

Nowhere to hide
The light shines
Even when your eyes are closed

Things long buried
Fertilize the flowering future

Roses bloom
What colour are yours?

Mine have petals that share the spectrum
Marigold maybe
Sometimes White
The thorns are always sharp

It is a cruel garden
The soil, rich with
Water
Blood
Piss
Sweat
The dead

It is bountiful
Brush stroked by the artist
That sits
Weeping at the easel

Creating a world he cannot stand
To love
Any more

No More Yesterdays

The rear view mirror hangs
Framing what’s passed
In the view ahead

The drive
Forward motion
With the option to look back
Check in
See how far you’ve come

Traveling
Through time
On the road
That winds
Forks
Offers direction

More or less traveled by
Uprising the dust
Stones wedged in the tires

The ride
Bumpy
Smooth asphalt skin

The journey
Unmapped
Wheels turning

Tomorrow and tomorrow
And tomorrow

No looking back
No more yesterdays

I Am A Drop Of You

Eyes wide open
I dreamt of a chill
Your cool grey skin
Silent expression

Regret made me cool
A monster
With you gone
I was too late
I was exonerated

I fell to my knees
Tired of standing
Up
For myself
Against you
In line
Waiting for my turn
To feel the love you doled out
To strangers

I am a drop of you
Small
Yet I make waves

Just a ripple
To you
Though little children
Are overcome with wonder
At a pebble skimming the water
Wrinkling the surface
Before sinking

Lento

Lento
She let flow
Her whispers
Into the chalice

They gasped airily
The ghosts of words
From her bone-white teeth
To the open mouth of the goblet

Like wine
From the grapes of wrath

The precious breath of lovers
Lost

The golden bowl cradled
Her offerings

Tiny echoes swirled inside
Sacrificed and free

They rose like brume
From the gallows
Climaxes
The wolves that howled in her belly
The angels that disrobed her heart

Sown
With sighs
Of salvation

There are galaxies inside me
Words alternating
In and out of gravity
Rolling down the windows
Of rocket ships

They ride
Drive
Float
Sink
In cosmic oceans

Touchdown
Burrow in
Terrestrial
Beings
Present
Past
Future

They linger
In the weeping
The love
Sensual everythings

Godsmacked

Honest lies
Unveiled virgins
Innocent whores

Eloquently shouting
Silently waiting
To be
Decoded
Understood