I Prefer Not To.
sable tresses sway untamed
free from shackles arbitrary
bound by naught
of blight nor burdened
truth voiced
with no known disclaim
that such serene sincerity
should stand amid a sea of prosy
bearing depths, defined aberrance
inherently as tempered twilight
my windowed pain refrains
through gentle truth
thy heart impels
reprieve from pressing peril
as stupid as i felt
when my shoe went flying
tailspin trampled
smashed bits in blinding dawn sun
of roaring wheeled metal
as dumb as when my frayed folders
ink blot scarred o-pee-chee
bled ruled paper
as i tasted knuckled grit
as foolish as the pointless plot
to crush that empty crate
jump, smash, crash gave way
to flustered face bursting blood
fleeing from my added mouth
it all looks like the work of genius
youth compiled on earthen crust
looking now from eyes that shed
shorn years lived
whence i held you
in soporific sentience settling
i sit, soaking up the stoical stillness
tis the paragon of peaceful ponderance
where tranquility trumps trepidation
as velvet pistils on parchment availed
of subdued splendored prose of ambrosia
gone are the ghosts of vespertine void
as visions spurred by dawn’s embrace assuage
the looming days of yore up yonder
have vanished amid the sun kissed blare
but dare not stare into the bladed onset
in present context, let us resonate in harmony
awash in one another’s solace
in daydreams serene
Desiccation upon glass heart
Hastily sprawling splinters
Streaking sullen surface
Spoils unearthed to whet the weary
Wilting as waters wage war
Washing the rue of the ravaged
Succumbing, this savage breast recoils
Deep into the soil of surrender
Layered, tenderly to mend
Slitting sights on set horizons
Errands nestle in nocturne’s numbing
Known fool to lair retreats
Viewed through shades of discontent
Comes unrelenting lack of reticence
Ambivalence wracks the senses
Folding inward blackened wreath
Reaching long to breach the onset
Blade unsheathed to greet its hour
Heaven’s heights elude embedding
Subdued by sights shed
Red with bloodlet blighting
Brought to light, beset to dimmer
Sink or swim on wavering whims
Begin anew the steadied sting
Barren as the blinded eye
of mind that would foresee such stars
Marred by ceremonious compliance
revered red rose
plucked perfection
silken sheen of sworn silphium
passion implied through echoed glances
sparking bursts amid darkness reborn
gaze into ephemeral beauty
bathe now in the sweet aroma
ardently drink of its naked nectar
meandering through the copious crevices
the coming onset of the scarab horde persists
as breaths of dormant decay allay the boatman
reaping what was smote, in amorous embalming
witness the wanton wilting of lilting languish
spill unto the fetid fragrance freed
silence seeds the silt that striates solemnly
in semblances of stranded sky dust blanched
await the reunion of remnants restructured
Visions flourished with age
Cradled palette mirroring life
Unbound by consciousness
Subjective grandeur
In subconscious expanse
Ere I knew naught but this monochromatic cell
Though once I dwelled
In untold triumph
Freedom seldom deemed
Leaves absent; revealing lament
In reverie descending
Totality’s truth abiding
Fragile fruit bears mind
Vying for validation
Amid Eternity hastened
To taste infinity alone
once i held a heart, compelling
fervent wells of fleeting flight
desert stars would swallow words
as hours sifted through the glass
wandered through the glacial meadows
dwarfed by redwoods reaching sun
that they might alight with flames
to usher in the dawn’s refrain
stood on salted shores that stored
the startings of a siren’s song
longing for the shadow’s shifting
solitude of duties wrought
in those days of passioned plight
sights set on the looming bend
tender tears had soaked my shoulder
fallen from her anguished mien
unabashed pleas of pining
crashing into crumbling rock
placid waters, motion lacking
listless as the last long kiss
still, i would walk in those steps
till time should breach the black horizon
in a realm where forms are free
from frivolously guarded guise
how we stand and face this void
belies the eyes that felled my truth
quelled by thoughts of quietus
we cycle as the sun and moon
clutching tightly your hand
staunching pain and sorrow
your touch granting solace
shrouded by the morrow’s fog
enchanted fluvial strands
scarlet, amber shades of comfort
following trails of silk
leading to infinity
wrapped in cloaked warmth
immersive depths afire
where mountains shelter lava
and torrents loom above
in your eyes of euxine waters
lies the mirrored truth revealed
understanding far beyond
all things to myself concealed
words gently seep downstream
breathing life from up on high
speak the very essence sealed
scars wrought of vital tears
stumbling through empty hollows
clamoring to stay aloft
countless paths of which to follow
my eyes closed, i await ensconced
plated crust lay underfoot
strife forever imminent
hovering heaps of granite
bearing relevant consequence
cracking like roars of thunder
bearing into crashing waves
besieging crumbling earth
left behind as grains of sand
once again we find these forms
drawn by forces unexplained
driven by nature, our mother
blessing us like desert rain
the toilsome tasks of this tear trodden timeline
tethered to my imminent tomb have been trivialized
the hours spent in languid lament, granted life anew
aurous beams of your radiant persona have softly seeped
into every darkened corridor of my heart and mind
where once I dreaded a moment unfettered
felled by fiery fear, fraught with forlornness
I am left hapless to ponder this prose
purloined from the Pleiades and placed within my pith
opalescent pleas impassioned
as each falling grain slips through narrowed neck
another thought of you finds its home
to tell of your story
my affinity for every facet of your precious plight had flourished
as it stood to watch its own reflection
words will never weave the wonders of the world
upon which you so warily walk
your sonorous song has shone upon these wintry woes
whispering ward amid walls of wrought ores
the tortuous descent of time’s pendulum no longer persists
replaced with your petaline presence
permeating my paltry personage
Max, or Not 
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