Pilfered Wit

how i reach in wretched vain
from pits of inadequate compensation
vanishing fast from false perspective

where infinity reigns as hope eternal
iridescent blooms aligning neatly
drape skyward walls internalized

pin pricks draw forth vacant breath
from home, to house, to emptiness
our illusory existence shall set adrift

so hear these words but soon forget
these harbingers of pilfered wit
as paltry as our impermanence

Synthetic Eyes of Ghostliness

moments pass
without discretion
woolen tangerine yet blares
as though it were alone
as i
when every tear
touched paper

those rising redwoods stand
stark in contrast
bark to flesh

an old friend’s triumph
over fallen redwood
ever forefront
his eyes still speak
to me
this day

subtle dreams
were left between
to foster love
less nuanced
even i cannot recall
in light
of geometric wrest

into false creation
stories cast upon
life once ventured
the vague demise
by synthetic eyes
of ghostly senses

Folding Inward Blackened Wreath

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

Under the Ruby Speckled Tree

under the ruby
speckled tree
hours passed
as our past
spilled out before us

random shapes
saw growth

as strange
as what we have become

soaked in sun-drawn salted dew

so few
I had come to know

softened smiles
would crumble walls
as tall as mountains

in forgotten flesh
that forged anew

toward the crimson dawn
in sacred solitude

we held forever

ever knowing
nothing more
than love’s gentle cradling

kissed by a fallen gem
now stained
the hues of human

every loss we suffered
shone through
this crooked canvas
as covert cries

wisdom watching
as we wept
vivid breaths
that stilled the air

in wintry wafts
of stolen strength

this lengthy load
now turns languid

Revered Red Rose

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

Shedding My Soul for Bedding

In Chambers of abundant void
Decadent decay ensues
Peering past spectacled sphere
Allaying my undoing
Fear cast upon mangled mass
Dangling over moral mendacity
In pendulant descent
Shedding my soul for bedding
To usher in the dawn
Amorous armor, brittle and tarnished
Halted momentum
Of bare wire frame
Cognizance compromised
With time’s absconding
The hour’s toll looming
I pray, not awaken