Silent sky on a screaming night.

 

Lose light silently over

the peak horizon.

It’s screaming back

with red in his lungs

 

peak guns

red smoke

single stroke

on a screaming night.

 

He couldn’t pull the trigger.

Mind dancing on limbo

on a lonely island

staring the flare in the eye

 

below a silent sky.

 

 

“Share the chair,”

the wise woman shared.

There is room for two

it’s not all about you
she’d always tell us.
Fuck that. My ass has

been next to yours for

far too long and you can

find your own. He’d bekon
the blade in his back,

“Share the chair.”

There is always room for

two.
As the king sits alone

on his throne
he finds the knife

in his lost
chair.

Put a bow on it. It’s me

I’ve wrapped carefully

between snowman and

sly penguins. A tinkered
trinket passed from father

to father lost, forgotten,

than resurfaced. I’m

not going to make it to
next Christmas. I’ll leave

it under the tree next

to your Mustang with a tag

must stay. Don’t lose it, I
put a bow on it.

Oh Captain My Captain:

I salute you.

You never know the

change, until someone

changes it for you first.
Delude my spirit and

my mind will carry me.

End our life and

our hearts will live on.
Oh Captain My Captain:

I can see the tears behind

the mask. You spent

your last three wishes

on us.
I’ll challenge the not

on the blade of love

so these wonder gifts

don’t end yours here.
R.I.P. Robin~

Blood has been drawn.

Words echo through the Chambers for

eternity. Your apologies

matter not in this duel.
Match volume for volume

scream from the top of our covers

Blood has been drawn.

Your words will never leave
this cavity. Somber sleeps have

ceased. Our suite is no longer

sweet. And now

we rest our voice for
tomorrow’s screech.

Make and break them

step over than on

backwards over these words.

 

Follow without a fight

solemn on this beautiful night

backwards over these words.

 

You wonder why we gave

up the chase in this maze

under these walls

 

you called home.

You said a lot a lifetime ago now

backwards over your words

 

we follow no one.

Trial and error.

She only learned through

the her meals. 

Dancing trays and singing birds
over breakfast. It was over

after breakfast. Margarita’s

cover the dusk and Grand Slam

in the rise. It was over
after breakfast. 

The dusk came too soon-

like it always did, waiting in line

for dinner.

The hand graces ice life

and numb to the tips.

A single ivory sail and 

a few fallen friends
crusade. Silence criples 

the lone wolf in

shattering darkness, he

doesn’t want to be
next. Bravery comes in

twos and beauty shapes it.

Land in a unseeable distance

shapes him for the promise of
future.

She came back to my dreams last night.

Tight roping around my finger tips

swirling drapes flashed on her tender lips.
I didn’t think you would come back.

We crashed our boat flying like a kite,

cursed, spoke your honest plight.
We read of the same scripts.

I wished for your hands and lack

of spite and I’ll meet you after I pack.

Goodbye

to you,

my unexplained friend.

My foreign beauty decorated under

cherry lights shinning brighter

 

than the sun you’ll pass. Wave

to our friends we fought and drank

with on the stars.  We opened the

doors to a future

 

that couldn’t exist without

your promise of safety.

You set sail on your second

 

journey through the Milky Way

and maybe not tomorrow

 

but I’ll be your second hand- one day.