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A Moment

we hear what we we choose to hear

staccato of ponderous piccolo

amidst the woodwind flurry

or tense tympanic tantrum

to harmonize uneasy worry

.

we feel what we want to feel

clutch at a single stem

to let the thorns bury deep

why not instead the petals

velvet soft in palm to keep?

.

we dream what we want to dream

that even the barren meadow

basks full

so full of sunshine

Vulture

i am content to be a scavenger

sparsely feathered, trembling

with a stench of carrion from window

ajar, yet chained

.

i linger, watchful

preening wings and

tentatively twisted talons

yet, with the filtered light of dawn

twist of neck….

shall I move on?

.

how i envy the entitled bird of prey

i know only shadow…

detritus

and decay

Spectrum

distort my shadow with play of prism

elongate and fenestrate the light in godly prison

subjugate such spectrum with uncanny precision

.

i watch as you deftly twist the beam

with sleight of hand, perverse

and palm unseen

when fingertips are pungent,

this air is kerosene

.

you want me fire

intensify

to heated point,

but I am rainbow

lavish

set to page anoint

Skin

my skin

won’t break

though tainted from scratch

and taunted by branding iron

tremulously inked with tattoo tint

dehydrated, despite monsoon

singed when sun fires through ozone

it shall be a resilient dermal shield

when unsuspecting hearts yield

to the treachery of time

..

there will always be skin

pulled tight over bone

bending

presumed to be a smile

unending

grimacing curve of lip tension

errant betrayal of intention

when puckered with piloerection

wrapping, sealing

neuropathic unfeeling

your skin

The Meadow

where once I was a field of wildflowers

shaded cool near open plain

caressed by breath of winsome breeze

cooled by kiss of springtime rain

.

summer saw me serried and root bound

in servitude of crumbled ground

oh that you, young traveller

should find me, found

.

patiently in seraphic state

a scintilla of self, I did but wait

with drifting seeds

and scion stretch

yet autumn wasted

to weed…such wretch

.

for the dark, duplicitous skies

disturbed the dance of butterflies

and lured away, through savannah grass

far from my field

you then did pass

The Rat

i wander through the rooms

of you, protean partitions

a fawning pass through

shadow facing, self effacing

.

find me

in a cloistered sanctum

an airless antechamber

of faded light fenestrations

spawning Lescaux like illustrations

ancient projection and flickering scenes

reality yielded, yet gossamer dreams

..

you offer me such squalid abode

a somnolent subterranean cell

lulls shallow breath, long slowed

as hypoxia calms the Elysian dark

halycon opiate memories spark

… with hermitic spores

..

something scurries in the sooty stillness

scabious rodent claws at my cheek

“how did you get here” i whisper

another fanciful figment, so meek

“why do you stay” say i

i cannot reach the unlatched door

indolent, i close my eyes

with claws at neck

i wait some more

 

 

Sacrifice

i was a bird

tried to launch from a balcony

but you saw the calamitous skies

rendered opaque in my eyes

and grabbed my gnarly wings

feathers fell: funereal offerings

.

when I was a python

i had a serpentine aspiration

to contort and twist into suffocation

but you distracted me with quail eggs,

juggled by a roguish marmoset

cajoled by such tomfoolery, I forget

.

then I was a leopard

i slipped away into the night

camouflaged in shadows

to a covert carnage site

later, to discover in defiant disarray

pierced through by arrow of curare

at last …. my own lifeless prey