This summer’s heat has rolled in

On the waves of so many others

On the very course U.V. rays

Cut memories like that fiberglass rash

Or as soft as falling petals

Of daisies, roses, and apple blossoms

Then the sun drifted down

From the afternoon curtain of light

The early afternoon sounds

Of lawn mowers, hedge trimmers

And the wisp of propane barbecue

Trails unseen smoke signals

Read by those who take a sniff

Of this summer’s message

I’m here heading out as morrow is quick

And upon a morning rush

Soon it’ll be autumn’s summer

Tethered to only glimpses of that fire.

The smell of lawn clippings

Perfume the evening air

The sun hangs low on the horizon

Radiating to everything in reach

The chirp of the sparrow to the distant bark

Of a hound rides on the tenured

Bass of a 4X4 coasting in the back alley

The scent of weed

Drifts by lurking in the shadows

Where the cool of the ground

From under the green

Seems to suck it back

Voices from over there

Trample’s the creek of my chair

Slowly another waft of pot

Sears the slight of a memory

Coined in addiction and hidden truths

So deeply seeded they would pluck

The opportunity of conferring a simple pinch

The pace of us all walking

In different directions

With our purpose

Seem to make the sun rise high

Ride its zenith to smiling eternally

But eventually slides

Off that pinnacle aspiration

Makes everything fall short

But the dreams never lay low

Before anything, they just die after we forget.

To awe the world about us

And wonder for the eternal.

Constellation of possibilities

As the late afternoon wick

Begins its descent

Embodied eyes continue the constant

Drift in streams

Like white water disappearing

And appearing in and out

Of concrete, glass cells, and caverns

And somewhere down by the river

Things slow down right to a stop

Or so they seem

The river itself is a motionless drift

To the south as its breath curls

Ripples upon its skin like the gentle snake

That heals all your wants and needs:

And in the same breath can twist you

Into knots and prayed pearls

That would choke the mightiest

Under the green tree shade and breeze

Cool sweaty furrowed brow

And soothes those crashing dreams

Daylight reveals to be wanting

Thunderheads rise from the blue

As the heat begins pound       

Against your breast and soul

The sweat from your brow

Squeezes from your heart

As you give and take shelter from the shade

Of the concrete and shrubbery of the café’s

Quick Silver’s life

As ice-cold water

Cramps the rhythm of your heart

You wish for a breeze to sweep you away

And begin to tumble the ruins of yesterday

Always caught in the breath of the past

That rules the moment you begin to aspire to overcome

Failed old ways that drive forward

Those commanding scars.

I see you through tears

And from faded memories

Happy hearts holding on to moments

Knowing I would leave soon

Under the shadow of my past

Overcast omen of forbidden desire

A heart swelling with…

Something I did not understand

A feeling free of the corporeal

Clothed that it would veil

My deepest smile

When I saw yours I would die a little

With want and no strength to light

What haunts me now, is my heart’s raging battle…

I can feel your face

When I reach into memory

Holding happenstance’s hunger in place

To caress your smile with mine

Imagination breaks my heart

Torn by…

Truths’ I will never entertain

Possibilities I cannot allow

Events a withered brew concocted

Poisoned my wants and desires

My deepest smile

When I remember yours I cry a little

Courage melts as yesterdays haunt me

With what could have been in my heart’s raging battle.

The breath between us

The demons between heartbeats

The breadth of time divides us

My emotions and desires

      Long shelved in the cast

Of moments framed frozen in fear

Held for a time when truth’s fire

Would melt and crack these walls

The flood of oceans and rivers

Tear at me from the inside

To raise my deepest smile

With tears from depths of fears

Forever forged

To the past to my soul

Back to my here and now

     My heart’s raging battle.

I miss you, think of you, and want you.

As close as I was you took my breath away

My spirit still reaching through decades

Placated with incantations of accolades

Imagined surrounding your true form

Age is my ruin chanting

           What could have been?

Should have been?  Would change my present?

From this ascends my deepest smile

My deepest fears, deepest demons

Deepest hurt that turns

My beauty what desires

Into a sickening guttural wretch

My heart’s raging battle.

Trying to reach into the deep

The dark the invisible

Feeling the texture of psychic fleshed-out walls

Protection from the corrupt

Trapped in my own mired contempt

Struck by the joy of freedom imprisoned victim

Expressed contre my buried self

Bruised purple nightshade poison\poured into a child

As you would a vase

Flow victim froth of anger

Aggression and hate

Tears the thick veil that suffocated

Simple pleasure, simple joys, simple living chokes,

Aspirate’s the bile

Of your judgment

Your truths

Your normal

Tearing at these walls

Like this flesh feeling

These cuts, scrapes, and burns

Gentle petal under the hot

Wax oil screams us into a strained blues

Deeper into the dark

This child’s shield

This child’s prison

Self-conjured

From rant raging screams

Green life defoliates in the cold of night

Yellow over sullen brown

Sprung from the concrete boxes

Scraps of life show their weakness

And finally, let go of the cold of night.

The Vipers Bite

From years gone dark

Visits the present like a curse

Erupting a subdued

Crafted waft of stench

For a moment slightly disconnect

The princely state

Crashes against the rolling ocean’s anger

Against the late autumn frost

The sun never rises without being inflamed

By a conjuring concocted web of deceit

Turning tides against themselves

Thinking of you