A Winter's View

Cliffs of snow pile the roadway

A white delight

Shinning in the afternoon sun

Dusting tree limbs and hedge

The blue sky seems endless

Clouds whisper with the winds

Feet of snowfall absorb all sound

Vehicles plod along

Leaving the sprinkled hamlet. 

Minefield

Holed in the mediocrity

A faint light shone from above

Tickling the upper edges

Of this lost bottom

A modern man shouldered the thick air

Pungent with solitude

Dampness clung to his frame

Chilling limb to limb

Earth spilled down upon his brow

Marking the moments

With tacit regress

Left to wipe at such times

He longed for the humanity above

Pictured their plight

Taking snapshots with his mind’s eye

Releasing them as quick as they came

He knew of no such luck

To capture the images was futile

The caricature was he

In this home of his crafting.  

Fatigue

Issue your complaint

Staple it to the door

The threshold that marks

Known and imagined rooms of the mind

I believe what I will

Will what is to be believed

Scrawled on the crinkled note

If such talk were so becoming

Would we speak

In such a beleaguered manner

Tones so diverse

Charmed with thoughts of momentum

Well I sat down here

Still feel tricked by it all

Just a blinking cursor

I realize I’m on notice

Taken from my repose

My limb driven reverie

Wondering

Which side is listening

Right now.  

Irene's

Lock me down

Take away the key

Keep me from where I need to be

All the spillage of the imprint circles

Time creeps over the lacquered tabletop

Tick tock

Lock them down

Take away their key

Keep them from where they need to be

Focused eyes shift with recognition

Familiar bare breasts stare backless in the evening shade

Pearls will sway from the dotted lampshade

Lock us away  

Keep the beasts at bay

Listening is the only curse

Clank goes the whistle

Missing the accordion

Table dancing past midnight

Lock it down

Spirits kept me at bay

Tried all the glasses after all.  

It's Gotten Sensory

Phantom times seem so long ago

Bound to history

Imprinted on my carbon soul

Guileless as I have become in my approach

Tact creaks in the floorboards

For I surrender to that which arrives

Clarity as my bell

Unfurled linens lay in awake

Crisp with resource

I feel that which surrounds. 

Whispers By The Road

Blanketing corners recede for spells

Looming timbers paint the skyline

Sipping a lost water jug

With smoke sifting through me

I realize the state has come

Without warning I am here

Dotting the yellow dashes

Marking distance with my travels

Went away once or twice

Thrice became the facsimile of it all

The stranger is in me

That I know

Wind sprints and he followed

Swordplay works for minutes

Judgement is his spirit

Shaking his hand was the beginning

Muddied footprints sprinkle the side

Metres from the ravine

The trek onward is laborious

There will be chasms

Movements in time felt inside

Illusions of flight spin my wheels

On occasion I may have to take a breath.  

Valley

Cut across the form that is me

Stands the wall of the rational

Hidden among the crashing waves

Sits this reinforcement

Fear laps at it sides

With tongue curling force

The spray caps my vision

Daily is my recklessness using of ignorance

Hills footstep the water’s edge

Bathing in the malfeasance of such hope and dread

I have little regard to that which binds me to the now

How I let the torrent sweep

Turning me backward and forward

Laughing with my preoccupations

Aiming at its sides

Wish as I might

It will not erode.