Shadow Wings (poem)

Shadow Wings

Dress me in shadow wings
Flesh blends to one race of night and void.
But the shadows orchestrate the sun,
Thinking of the warmth and newness of the day
below galaxies of spiraling stars
Riding the amplitudes of darkness,
each bursting bubble
an infrequent upsurge of glamorous spells
Untenable and beyond comprehension.

Dress me in Shadow wings
Like a dragonfly who cannot produce fire
Colors scintillating into the ether
Weaved and flossed
Moon reflections reflecting.
Nothing soothes the night.

Shadow Wings (poem)

Rapture (poem)

Rapture

Silver shadows leap like gazelles,
lightning bends the dark,
the candle bends our will.
With every breath between
I dream of the dopamine
rush
your lips quiver
your hips rise
and we move beyond
vibrant eons of holy light.

Rapture (poem)

Novelist (poem)

Novelist


Rain gently pats the roof
Offering wet perception
And the ink blots spread
Into blurred patterns
This is reality.
Keys, the new paintbrush of linguistic imagination
Attuned to the heartbeat of silence,
The ecstasy of zero.
A thousand screams, a thousand pains
--for a moment, the horizon
lines with warriors for someone else's war.
The past is just the past
Forever with me
washed with the blue tint of winter.

Novelist (poem)

All Hallows Eve

The prevalence of pumpkin-faced bags
filled with papers or leaves
peppers the yards in my neighborhood
preparing for All Hallow's Eve.

And in some windows are jack o'lanterns
imbued with a candle's light
their eyes and nose and mouth cut out
into faces of the night.

On a nearby lawn, a plastic image:
A specter of spider's stance,
its legs perched horribly round its frame
deterring a second glance.

And crispy leaves made crunky
by the cold October rains
mix and mesh in a potpourri
filling the air with champagne.

And soon, the night will tremble
With pleas for doorway treats
Goblins will gobble them up with delight
While devils play tricks in the streets..

All Hallows Eve