unwavering loyalty
snowy castle rots
over comrade’s fallen corpse
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still
right fist
aimed, like a slingshot
above the clouds
at apollo’s open chin-
before he
conducts another somber tune.
grief built like a fire
burning in a bloodied right fist:
broken frames
packed bags
a box-
“trash”-
empty perfume,
empty bottles,
a wrinkled, folded sonogram.
coconut breeze-
it was your favorite-
hangs over the bed,
still,
over your side,
a distant specter.
the fist once aimed
stared back, openly,
empty.
sun kissing the crown
of their would-be assassin,
before being swept,
by drifting clouds.
for hard enough
deep below the surface
past the dirt
the roots
below the unseen life
rests a weary, enchanted mole.
–
the child snickers from underneath her
covers:
“a mole? with magic?”
–
“what’s so unbelievable about that?”
meeting her dark, hidden gaze
–
she erupts from her burrow-
the covers act her cloak-
“well, how come no one’s seen it?”
her hands curl into whiskers.
–
“maybe we have,”
the child’s face melts into a waiting palm,
weariness in, wonder out,
–
“maybe we have,
and we weren’t looking for
hard enough.”
field study for an arsonist
“would you burn this all down, to save her?”
his open palm gestured behind him
highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot
convenience store with a couple of loiterers
water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings
kids playing make-believe
a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date
snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands
and a homeless man.
–
I would.
it is a shadow
it’s a shadow
feint whispers
it’s a shadow
come and go as you please
it’s a shadow
a vision, mortal, growling through unsealed cracks
it’s a shadow
a movie on loop without a power cord
it’s a shadow
it’s just a shadow
it’s just my shadow.
missing
stolen jacket fair
a lively winter breath soothes
with conveyance hopes
fixative
i only shot photos
in black & white
color escapes my canvas;
stellar collapsed bridges
leading to sinking cites
hills brushed by a gray breeze
& dying trees.
until-
a night at the Exchange
monochrome strobe
smoke & rays
then you;
silky cardinal dress,
polished amber hair,
eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.
now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,
your colors bloom, a permanent print
the hills await a hinted tint,
the grayscale world begins to show
a spectrum lurking, longing within
i see them now, i see them now-
your cardinal, amber, royal light
exposing all my endless nights.
ebb
he watched the sunset;
waves crashed against the unaware pier
clouds parted around the waning crescent
drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.
he watched the sunrise;
the waves carried him out-
seagulls called to the morning fishermen
salt and litter crawled around his ears
waves crashed against the unaware pier
open balcony
day of our showcase
pants hemmed the night before
shirt pressed the night before
day of our showcase
up bright and early;
birds chirped a fresh melody-
a duet-
can’t deny their chemistry-
Juliet.
night of our showcase
must have gotten lost the morning of
changed your mind the morning of
night of our showcase
down, late and groggy;
the foggy night swings-
memory of a duet-
marionette’s heartstrings-
where have you gone, juliet.
open (h)ands
they try to divide us.
humiliate us-
they aim at our hearts
with fear, with force.
–
they need us to fire back
to justify their rifles
but our hands
stay open.
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