Digital collage

When Summer Shakes Her Head

I don't know,
Yes HER!
I've Never known a woman
Who liked to be cold.
Of course, her.
Look at those colors.
Have you ever seen a man
Dress like that?
The height of Persephone's
Warm vision.
HER
Slumber is even hot, sweaty.
Lay on your back
And turn the wind on
It's summer!

Flash Boom

There is no theme of spirit
That climbs up to stare
Out of your eyes.
Lost now in some other
Reality.
Bright flick and turn
In the chilling air,
Smoke drifts from your mouth
As if to loose a phantom
From your held tight
Secrets.
Flash- you pull the trigger,
Boom- you're no longer there.

n Praise of Long Roads
The fog drifts from your mouth
As you remonstrate idle
Kansas landscape.
Your sighs breathy curses,
Indignant to be in a car
With me. Me who enjoys
The stretched horizons
And the squirm of your airs.
HA, languish a bit longer,
We're almost there.
Sign the papers
Here... and here
And gone.

Sentient Road
Tilted toward the edges of Earth
With the silent fog of
Remembrance filled air,
There was a time when
You cursed the groundcloud
Because you could not
See ahead.

Moonflower Muse

They bloom at night,
Those moonflowers.
I sleep while they unfold
Like soft white dresses.
In the morning they lay draped
Over their leaves
Ardorous labors at an end.
Limp now, they colored
My dreams.