Cherry tree petals fall
April whirl winds stormy blow
Spring in Seattle
In the chiaroscuro
Raven fatefully stepped, heard a cracking-
Having crushed a human being
like a snail crossing a sidewalk
and for one fleeting eternal incarnation
became bone, crushed shell,
a formless mass.
A Train Wreck Near Lovelost
Steam blasts out a torn boiler heart
Shredded metal thoughts ooze oil
Boxcar, Jackknife emotions, like twisted art
Screeching, cataclysmic noise; pressured, recoils,
from concrete, loco motive, memories
smashed against pillars of doubt
Irony here busts in a train of jeers
separated pieces from the Lovelost rail route
Iron gears rust in a rain of tears
Everything Is Broken
Glue, super glue, Elmer's glue
Duct tape, Scotch tape,
New, Coup deville, Elmer Fudd
strut late, Scotch hop
Industry Velcro, molten steel,
cement and plaster-of-Paris.
Gwyneth Kate Paltrow, bolt-on wheels,
repent and master Pari passu.
Adhesive binding, bonding agents,
sticky, clingy, gummy, tacky,
Cohesive windings, wonder patents,
quickie, swinging, chummy, wacky.
Bees were working the lavender
as a seagull flew in blue sky
red rose's perfume did wendan
the air scented breeze wafted by
Young couples prim in their proper
the elders stood off to the side
Photographer posed as poser
the beauty in beholders eye
Bees were working the lavender
as a seagull sang in new sky
the bride shoes rose color purpleness
her groom stumping rose white, near nye
Bees kept working the lavender
A seagull flew swiftly far sky
yellow rose dress bride surrendered
To her white knight with kiss, near fly
All Hallows Even
Some people swore that the house was haunted
Rarely seen during bright sunlight
It was a case of a ghost that flaunted
Felines and weak constitutions given fright
Creaky doors and windows black
These gave the house old ailments and distrust
Inside floors wait, interior cracks
While the hinges, nails, fixtures red-rust
Dusk does play its fancy lace up under the rafters
Dark winds blowing and shadows lurk
Offering tricks of bleak disaster
The house cat-naps restless in the murk
Some People swore that the house was haunted
A fall winter's breeze did come to haunt
A frayed lace curtain was better the fact
Nothing was ever the same after that
Not Not Knock
Born, and Death sits at his computer
gazing out a night window daydreaming.
So many thoughts from his day streaming
while the disk drive, full pails, with calculations.
Another tooth falls from Muerte's maw
silhouetting a profile more sinister.
Key clicks resound, pressed by bony paws,
In minuet sway, away from his ministry.
From dawn to dusk while in between;
the parenthetic moments,
from dust to dust life clays to be,
as we bereave the torments.
So sojourner sun, 'Of the Two horizons', genuflects with esteem,
So-so for Death, with eternal amounts of memory,
types absolute mystery narrative reams:
'Sus palabras mundos, facturación, entre un nacimiento y la morte'.
(His world's words, invoiced, 'between a birth and death.)
The story read for you today,
you questioned what it meant.
I searched the symbols it conveyed
and found the meanings rent.
The truth profound but not around,
and you, your focus spent;
on surface flotsam, tragic clowns,
and show a locus of decent.
If youth be spent in tenements
and hungry hunter's spoor
what need for guiding confidence
upon the distant shore.
To argue with a spirit bold
This out of body experience
making one feel really old
while the listeners experiment.
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