Roguing

Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments

Tiny poems as pollen

Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life

Roguing now, she

Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still

Hot Monochrome

She is streamers
She is stars
She is the red that sustains Mars
Bars don’t exist
On her heart

She is steadfast
She is dangling
She is silver-Mediterranean
Alien and best friend
Alike

She is words
She is breath
She is life seducing death
Express your intent
So to stay

She is present
She is feathers
She is coppery hot weather
Whether you like that
Or not

So Much Us

Excitable
Calming songs

Morning grabbers
Midnite wanderers

Strangely enough
Far too much becoming more

Omnipresent
From somewhere else

Covered in that certain rust dust
Perfecto

Moving together
Are we ever

Lefty

Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.

I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?

Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit

It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted

Busted

I wonder if my eyes weren’t broke
Had they not spent their last red cent
Denying warning flags and the like

What would I see instead of circles
Sad, red circles, dark cycles
Looking like pendulums and roller coasters

Would I see I’ve chased my tail
Someone else’s short-sighted plans
And not at all my own red heart

The Battle of The Orchids

Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peace

Tho’ blue and red both 
Magenta suited us 

We smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakened

Truths we spoke into being
During our long breaths together

We shared an ancient meal 
Despite our different appetites