scarecrows bleed stray and strife, holes of black and white,full of infinite energy, pains and hertz, seeing right.trains, ovens, showers--static-- shocked to building bridges and ditches, wireless transmissions,messages across time and space, nuclear fusion and fission,atoms, dirty, thermonuclear--equilibrium-- PC and radios coarse into veins, cancer rains with Joan of Arc,battlefield after battlefield, passing over what …
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A Voided Droplet
black water, streamed down as tears.there was a relief, to lose the pressure.late nights, breathing through the fears.movements created winds and water.actions caught, to break free from lesser.metal shards and blood to slaughter.caught to crumble, rushing to bottom feeders.surrounded by figures, faceless and righteous.kicking my confidence asunder.a knife in the sand doesn't draw lines.when the …
Suspension
crash, controla smack, a flasha line, madepush, shovetwo hands, full knuckles, boundbreaking, bashinga cut, a blanka risk, tranquilprison, rideone hand, clenchedbegging, stoppinga pattern, to survive
Shadows from the Sunspots
once in a fight, there wasn't a right, only wrong to ring the ground--a left, a right, thrown aside, thrown over and worth a try--if he faked, I would push; if he would thrash, I would flail--a grip never breaking, eyes on the trail--when there was a mistake, there was a break--breathing through each dashing …
Ring
I had restraint oncerosemary fields, a line of flags abovelettering with gold tips, silver liningsbroken, wooden boards, with wheat growingaround the wellswhite flowers, growth of lavender,emerald veins filled with chalkdull reigns to divide and talkI had restraint oncedual fields, more lines belowbut nothing but white lines, makingsquares of marble stoneas thunder breaks bonetelling me to …
Waiting
sometimes waiting....waiting...waiting...bruised and down, helpless and brokenwaiting...waiting...wondering what could have happenedwondering where to run and hidewaiting...waiting...sometimes waiting...frozen in fear...and...
Roses
contactI'm conscious through reflections from the bouncing starburning spots made from dust contactthe touch from mist, the fuzzy moss above the barklike the aroma of morning coffee it's about contactbeing aware through insight born from bubbling popsglazing the top of the glass the contactis fresh aligned and mint to graze your lipsbringing with it, a …
Adrift Along the Shore
Cast into a seaworthy ship, a siren calls to shells across timea casting line below the crag, fishing for minutes and hours.Bellows of beasts chime with love, circling in their own melodyLike whales who warn of whistling wails, or screeches that soundmuffled under all the water, yet call across seconds to sing again. Casting across …
Four Days of Lazarus
fracturedA word used to tell about a split,sometimes the middle, other timesmessypatterns, questions, every directionthe glass can't hold together for longso to try,to force the splinters throughand to only see one flash of lightwiththe top bathed in crystalsbegging for reliefall my heart.
Call to Arms
Call to arms, when trying to fight,position, platform, where to go,what to hit, how to aim, hand and eyes together, fighting to survive.Once, there was a call to arms, the first time was the endless barrage of bombs in the skyblasting corpses from the skydefend.A teaching moment, a momentin survival, planning, relying when to fight, …
Just Buckle Down 