I think about it everyday
the courage I lack
the courage I want
to walk around in a suit
of a better me.
The green trails
lead down the path
to a new color
to a new
a new suit
a suit that I’ll share
a suit for us.
From hell to hell
Unchained from the post
free
for a minute while the inner flames absorb me
release
me into a forlorn feral frenzy and I
rest
chained to these flames that breathes commentary of the past and whispers my
death.
The Beginning
Walking and talking
knights on foot through the marshes
on sale Raisin Bran
The Escape Route
So real she reached her hand
for another
fingers fall through
in heat
of a shadow.
Fizzles of smoke swirl
in a container left vacant
charmed to the glass
dancing in her palm adjacent
to be admired.
Rolled back
iris glows a ghastly
night and stars
walking and free
we walk.
Honey Dip
Sweet surrender of a knife of faith
on a chilly holiday weekend.
Rear view mirror fogs
and the quiet of her lips bound
tightly
suffocating the white around his finger tips.
Chest beats around his clinch
balancing her like a scale
on a moon
and the taste of honey
springs down his lips.
Down Side of Us
The Churches said it well.
Catered to the individual
solemn bells rang
the light pierced the sanctum
and we evolved.
Not in belief
in expression.
words exchange.
Stocked the cupboard
the same Sunday afternoon
stocked full
for thee to come.
And the light will corress our skin
and linger.
Sweet savior carrying the torch on the night of requiem
is never on time.
Chances, Taken
have never been a strong suit.
Double breasted 1970’s type
more buttons then you know what to do with.
Taking off, years ahead,
only future me would know.
Tonight, could be the night
railing in all that bailing.
Call tonight
see you in 3005.
Emerald Locks
Trash fields
broken lights
burning buildings
and the safe is safe.
With everything falling apart
the green key
will always be around in
a bank of tragedy.
Automatic
brakes make
the jail seem
quiet.
Saint's Muse 