Two Poems (September 21, 2009. Issue 9.)
Clarity
As clear as we can see
over our tumbled down
white picket fences,
as clear as our
muddled and mauled selves
can bare and dare to be.
We soul touch
with tentative fingers
and suspended sighs,
fragile as rice paper
butterflies trace
shrouded eyes.
Often words scurry and hide
behind blood oaths
we broke long ago,
and in our shared silence
they still clamor,
still call past failures
to our remembrance
in deep nights.
We unspool into each other,
weak with loss
and in wounded wonder
we roost,
revel in thin clay
and moonmilk moments.
You finger paint
on my small skies
and your shoulder
brushes mine,
as we lay side by side
on the sudden clarity
of soft grass.
debris sauce
five fingers
ridged as the spokes
in a chameleon's soul
touch the avalanche's
kohl rimmed edge.
consider blasphemy coiled
in cardboard boxes,
neatly stacked
cold case files
stitched together
with rusted paperclips,
deflated headlines,
and degraded blood.
transitory yellow
between silences,
stuck pause button,
and justice spirals
unsolved lives
in debris sauce.
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Two Poems (June 20, 2009. Issue 6.)
supermurgitroid
we soft soar night's tempo,
uneven rush rest,
clutter electric,
Summer's turbulent
velvet aural essence,
crimson and nimble,
silk-tongued sound,
animal prints
and dirty martinis.
sticky rhythm
twirls hat and cane,
derails
soul train lines,
sweat, scat and African spice,
rub new paths
on burnished bass lines
and somewhere a simple cymbal
scatters treble.
Lake Aubade
He danced
down the street
as if he drank the pollen
of leaning daisies,
lazy daisies
easy and limber,
sweet and leisured
on soft grass.
His voice
and my inner bass drum,
in call and response,
harmony of gestures
pranced wild,
handfuls of deep growls
bid bare feet to move tribal.
We sang body music,
and soul tremors
streamed silk ribbons
from my shoulders,
undulated loose embraces
and sigh trails
around the lake.
The sun stood in idle,
angulated stance,
arranged rebirth rhymes,
counted freedom flames
and daisy petals one by one.
He caressed, then grasped
the nape of my neck,
like a feline
carries its young,
pulled me close
to kiss and bite
giddy sunrise
on my mouth.
And Morning rushed thick
and velvet through
the veins of day.
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