Open // Land

Strike // Out

Rocketship // Rainbow

 

Rocketship Rainbow, relating the days events during a fly by on-air adventure. Sometimes is sounds better than you remember. Little drummer boy marches off into the sunset looking for heralds of the new age, hoping to find luck in love and wondering if the world will wait. 

Check // Mate

Outskirts
Outlaw in an up-skirt land
Hands-free heavy heart in
Fallow field beseeching the
Soulshine to
take root and heal.
Sealed into self-abnegating cells
foresight is fearful.


A thousand black crow's feathers beat incessantly
throwing dust into lacerated lucidity.
Masochistic mutilation of potential.
Indulgence in conceptual commodity
Holds me
      in check-mate,
Choking on instinct.


Cross-breeze etiquette:
Linger, but not last
Check-out in the gaze
out the window-
Looking out to look in.

Ledge // Leapt

 

...and so suddenly, sweet bird you have lept from your ledge as my heart has been beat to the bush....

 

(Crackerjack Surprise)

Fingers or fists-
Fits of finite fervent sanctity.
Future proof futility
Twists, tricks, triumphs!
Grainy, gritty
push
Comes
to
shove
Shoreline synchronated
satisfaction satiates
Crackerjack Surprise.
Simple solo Force
feel
fake
free
Glimmering forefront
Storefront solitude
Flame flicker inhalations
Inept exploration
Exempt exile


It's not the same now without your watchful eye. Slave to simplistic survival.  Spoiled determinatiion to sink under. Heavy breath heaving chest enigmatic arch. Examination of introversion and implied diversion. Rising suffocating heat hordes comfort complicating coorelated fates.


How can one eighty spin so fast and patterns dance like leaves in plaster and corners? Failure to withold hopes and forward gravitational flow.  Waiting for the sunrise I am bored searching for some connection that is a gift of some Christmas that will never arrive.


Fingers crossed and frozen breath as heartbeats pound away.

Sizzle // Fizzle

Slip into something Satie, slide in between the shades' shadows as the reprieve from the storm grants us one last wish. Hungry felines feast on my toes too tender to try and tempt.

And just like that severe sinks into flash.

Sizzle

fizzle and

follow me under the overhang to

gorge on the heat exchange.

Soft redivivus rumble

symphonius synch of heart

and head

and hands.

Within your speech is a

literal touch

a tremble a tickle of

fiber and being and

beyond that the silence it leaves behind is austere and taciturn.

Physiological philosophies peak and prick at my skin- begging for exoneration.....

Complicated coordination inept at delivering definition deepens my needs.

Lonely // Voyage

Night // Time

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