As Earth slept her gruesome pet curled-up on my chest heavy and white UNWELCOME VISITOR a leech to suck the life out of this fish. The water level is growing shallow in your bowl I think I deserted you. In a mirage  There was a great castle on a mountain. A cunning river, snaking along, cutting clean through I think I deserted you. Curious Canyon canyon of sand mountain of sand castle of sand My hourglass heart full of sand.  I think I deserted you.

Inhaling hot smoke Down the throat And into the lungs- Breathing it out In the words He won’t say-

Soak submerge In the dirt of yesterday run a cloth across my rigid landscape all that’s dead falls to lay fingertips trail over a track on repeat . . . goodbye . . . goodbye . . .   distorts and morphs an echoes’ retort . . . hello . . . hello . . .

A song’s rough draft Sits unfettered In his lap. My sheets spread And slip Scattering ~ To the sky To the heavens.

   heady    sunsets    golden rain    silhouettes    a scape    i will it    lest forget

           Second hand house plants                   and yellow light             dance inside the zorbing                    grey and white.            Isolation rolls imagination          in the home of jumping Joan.

Hot words pressed on an ivory page. By the Goldsmith? By the Wind. Wordy joy forgets Wastes. Disintegrates. The blackest stains remain Poisoned. Piercing. Throw sticks, throw stones Please... Hot words divide homes. On this page  Your ink remains. Ink, far thicker than blood. Our ink-tainted Blood.

Afflicted man. Held hostage by a cramped mortal frame, Foreign to his own eyes.  A prisoner's rage kept at bay Only by the day’s appeasing rations. If you shave his hair, paint him white: Would the mad man howl in his human plight? A forgotten name and numeric code to hold place, A man stares back at a stranger face. A man. A number. Sardined among all others. A man. A head. Tossed about on sea of dread. "Free the prisoner!" The swollen heads cry. Peasantry, collectively out number The Royal Family, Nobility, Gentry. Yet, their breathless voice go unheard. One day... The ocean tides churn Charging winds fast at the horizon. Sure, as Alexandria's fire did aid the sicken mariners ashore, Starlight spears a grim pit sky. Relentless breath lapping, wrapping, whispering, wailing A man once tied, set sailing Set free.

Like a child within the boundary-line confines Of   the parental mind. Where a barren white room, holds the low Echoing words   of imaginary beasts. Where doors stay latched tightly With child-proof locks, Time left to perception, Don't bother hanging clocks. Where promising lies Of a mothers melodic lullabies, Tell stories of a tomorrow guaranteed, Limbs are cloth wrapped, For broken bones of children   miscarried. Where wailing mouths are silenced... Not by the breast, but milk of the flower. They   are weaned on wet bottles, Which give   them feigned power. Now, this dull room stays lit For the comfort of sight. Children like to pretend They have no fright. Sitting like ducks... For their fated good night. Location: Agnes R. Katz Plaza Eyeball chairs by artist: Louise Bourgeois

How rambling the wild river, How confined, is that roaring river. How calm the silence, How mad, that deafening silence! How freeing is the drug? How shackling, that very drug. How clear, how luminous their eyes. How dim, how clouded your eyes. I tilt my face to the sky, Not in strife-- But to laugh with a sigh. This thing is a bit funny For, as we perceive it, Is not solely in the eye to see. How honey-sweet the success, How bitter that insurmountable success. How crippling the defeat. How rousing, that sting of defeat. How fair the beautiful people How amazingly ugly, those beautiful people. How vast our knowledge, How miniscule is our human knowledge? I lift my face to the sky, Not wanting an answer, But I still ask why? They cry tears of joy But I can't be bought. They feel the sorrows of a moment, Never again to happen, left in the past, forgot. How strong the pow...

As morning rises, I awake Wishing to wake as another, Born not to this likening Yet here I stand. A breath in time Lifting steady--  World sorrows, upon my back. A blip of an instant, As a delicate gold chain Breaks my heart. Who for? Ones I never have known. Oh, poor creature of fate I wish not to be! As a spear driven Through enemy hearts, I too driven-- Fiercely with emotion. Expresser of a world suppressed, longing for ease of logic. Level-headed Libra Yet, merely a guise Oh, indecisive mind. Pulling, tugging, struggling-- Child in a candy store Sugar heights Hearts feather-light. Sweet--now low, Crashing cymbals Hearts lead balloons. As the wallowing willow Bows to blustering winds. Dearest companion sadness, Writes invitation to seclusion. Hey you! Harbinger of passion-- Hope floats on your summits Hey you! Fabricated and formed In pits of despair-- On lofty elevations. Carry on! You, lovely savant o...

Today the sunshine is here. For the first time in months She is able to gaze upon it. Most days, she searches with out-stretched arms Yet, the cold, iron bars keep her from seeking it. As a caged bird she cannot sing, Silence is her only scream. Some days feel like an eternity-- As darkness is the only thing to see. Yet, in these dark days of despair, What is the thing that keeps her there? She asks, "Where is the light?" "When may I sing?" This midnight seems unending. Yet, it's these days of seldom, Keeping her in place. When rays of sun... Shine upon her face. (written 1/22/15)