Freezing fog Ices over the bog Of suburbs Sleeping sound Crows perch on Dead branches At the edge Of the streets Cawing effervescently In the obscuring frost It floats and cloaks Unwithering And stopping still Sunlight
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Good Morning
Cheeks rusting On the rooftop Pale skin red With ferric front Freezing morning Turning shingles white In a sweater crawling Out the window Carefree iris and A done-up bun Drinking in Nightsmashing sun’s Dawn over the Mountain chain Stars begin to Wane Replaced by the Light of day And then you say “Good morning”
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”
Blackgull Morning
Washington Summer
5 am Memorial day Waking up With my bedroom window Open A dark sky of no clouds As the sun sets in To sock up And shine down Such a chill A goosebump giving Feeling of living Among singing Jays Crows And other songbirds Red cedars Pine trees And an air Of carefree I loveContinue reading “Washington Summer”
Dark Synthony
2a.m. Thoughts and words Worth much more Than the day Before Endless reverie While you Fabricate Phrases for me Phantasmic Dark synthony You rave and play Featherly Like lullabies You harmonize Humming Sparks Like fireflies At 2a.m. These melodies You synthesize Thoughts and words Bid adore Butterfly sparks By books grimoire Worth much more ThanContinue reading “Dark Synthony”
Lunarium In Return
Waking up next To a beautiful face She’s naked Covered by blankets And she’s Smiling at me Often wish it wouldn’t change Rolling out of bed Having coffee In the kitchen
Mornings
There was Anthem Always that Hipsterish Coffeehouse Isn’t ever Good enough By itself By itself Sunrise ’till set Black and white Mocha taste Competent Barista right Beside me In my bed This morning The sweetest face Bitter taste Of coffee In morning A touch and kiss Handholding Adventure In traffic General Tso’s At the RoseContinue reading “Mornings”
Java Isle
31-Degree Pseudo Date
31-Degree Pseudo Date It was cold that morning When I picked you up And I first saw you Dressed for cold weather When you stepped Onto the porch Locking up as I watched and thought My ribcage opened up And relieved the tension My jeep idling in The driveway Freezing with cold When you openContinue reading “31-Degree Pseudo Date”
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