Category Archives: June Era (III)
Snapchat
You’re a spearfishing surgeon Looking for that sturgeon Hiding in me Behind a lobotomy
Warm Cookie
In that coffeeshop Where for years Once You were inspired I arrived to seek To slake And take That muse
Shell of It All
We were to purge But you were Way ahead Of me A room with its Narcotic art Had already Been emptied I was too late To go Where the wild Doses grow
Will
It’s when the stars Fade with rising dawn My plate armor Is dented And punctured Bloody and ruined Sword and shield Drop from hands Fatigued, I keel With broken endurance And no longer will Find a mythic will To avenge myself Yet you will Take the weaponry And dawn the visage I once wore FightingContinue reading “Will”
Cutis Anserina
Existential starlight As the night Bows in twilight Soot of a black air Is slowly swept away Through the Snoqualmie Pass Over Teneriffe’s teeth And North Bend valley peaks Embers of Sol Burn Ellensberg’s soul As the visible spectrum Scorches the grass Into Yakima Valley This twisting path And the sun rises Wiping the coldContinue reading “Cutis Anserina”
Threadframes
Whenever a footprint Must be rewound I find I lack a will To look around Photos take me back In time all at once Sounds of my souls Echo like a movie I lean back in my seat As memories set scene Set sail And turn me pale With grief for all the Dead memoriesContinue reading “Threadframes”
No Expectations
Poison colored Locks of ivy Flowering with Green pigment So bright And neon And lovely A nude Unprotected Trusting Beauty Cloaked in a Cloak invisible To sting With venom If needed Long strands of Toxic green Wasting decaying Threads Thick and luminous Split ends Like needles Hypodermic Stark and gorgeous When unwrapped Yet lethal ToContinue reading “No Expectations”
Illusion
I can’t be sure How much was real As the magician with the knives Has spun the wheel A circus sideshow A trickster paid In disguise to fool guys Just like me Or was it genuine Not a foundation of lies That still has this rule Over trust and doom I want you to RewriteContinue reading “Illusion”
Visage
Behind the lenses Are eyes that are patient They observe and have The nerve for waiting To see what might be Made of the blank slate Reflective glasses Mirroring the observed Back to themselves As they wonder what thoughts Lie behind the opaque mask What ideas lurk And what poison Must perk A mask toContinue reading “Visage”
Consume Reality! 