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Mortal

before you break

will there be a sound of

ice crack

a forewarning, frail fissuring

like the sonorous peals

of the frozen rivers of spring

startling the industry

of nest builders

to open mouths

of tumbling twigs

.

and when I bleed

shall it be the slow seep

brown

from leaf detritus

autumn pavement stains

individual patterns indiscernible

washed to gutters

of memory

.

every season shall have

its sensations

the crack, rot and seep

we mortals parallel

Slither

there is a snake in the grass

curled calm in scaled flair

trespass not for torpor taints

this sallow serpent’s lair

peerless peccadillo

her fangs are burnished;

bare

.

convoluting coils of stillness

a flick of forked tongue

tread lightly heedless pilgrim

lest her venom freely run

retreat to shadowed sanctum

for she seeketh

only sun..

Aloft

unforeseen and out of character

when you released me

i soared high; i spun

shimmer saunter, aloft

taunting tassels at the sun

.

rainbow shadow skipping over ground

chase it, heed the fluttering sound

rich reveries release

and a polish on palm remained

friction fused memories

a scar there ingrained

plastic tattered trailing

crucified on splintering frame

to soar and dip

in giddy refrain

.

predisposed to lure of flight

spiral of slackening string

i am a kite

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