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The Weathervane

i can promise nothing

i am a rusted weathervane

atop a crumbling church spire

spinning with random gusts

tethered tenuously by tangled wire

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the shingles below marked by ferruginous stain

a sparrow shelter…a splintered domain

frail fledgling filoplumes gather

in the shadow of a chicane

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i know not which way I will turn

aligning east, yet… how I yearn

to be free of memory’s corrosive burn

as sunset’s halycon hues

will my flaked metal

suffuse

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Still Water

i came upon a wayward stream

and plunged therein

to choke a dream

and with intent to suffocate

and conscious self obliterate

lest ruminations fulminate

my flooded lungs did then deflate

i rise face up, in silted shade

my skin dissolves near everglade

becoming perch for dragonfly

in bloated state

my dream did die ..

 

Paradise

how can i talk of the night

when you blind me with moon

and star pierce my sight

when you tarnish my gaze

with firefly bright

an erratic flicker

pinpricks of light

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Enchanted

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how can you tempt with diffident day

soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway

in promise of heat, dare you take me away?

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dreaming

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of sand and temptation in turquoise seas

our luxuriant skin

under tropical trees

The Code

O fickle love

your fingertips part my preposterous notions

as spring petals dampen with oleaginous dew

my tongue traces in cursive flow

all the curved secrets: sanctimonious you

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for words merely gather the solitary sighs

of a craven collective myth

constricting with bind of twine

to tether wrists forthwith

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with eyes closed

i discover your truth

raised braille on cool skin

conveys all to me

messages you dare not speak

are fierce textured, transparent

and eyelid fluttered morse code

–  – – – . . – – . – . …. / – – .

says, come to me; run from me

let that time arrive,

when we shall be…

Ink

you find my words at their crumbled end

powdered syllables tumbled

from cracked lips

smudged ink stains paper

flecked with fools’ gold

mordant mildew and dank mould

you open your mouth to speak

and the air is winter

forming icicles of perennial

participles

going, going, gone

i hear

and the sharp nib scratches

as ink runs clear

I wish…

i wish you love

that it exudes from every pore

stings with silken sweat

leaves you dripping evermore

from passion’s sweet pipette

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i wish you love

i hope it gives you leaden feet

that shuffle to a heart’s skipped beat

weighing limbs with daisy chains

hinged handcuffs, steel etched stains

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i wish you love

i hope it constricts your sapient breath

soft rigor mortis, stifled little death

agonies of old, bereft

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i wish you love

let the permafrost now crack

reveal the fertile soil; buds of lilac

and welcome mine…

 

The Jester

the tendrils of time sink into the flesh of our everyday

my eyes dim, your saturnine words no longer hold sway

in the royal court of my favour

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instead I choose the frolic of the jester

his humour shrouds wounds that now fester

hermetically sealed is the laughter

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carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling

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who then

is the fool facing the fool?

with wave of hand, a rustle of bell

this reign of fulsome affection

has damned us to hell

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