Saturday, August 12, 2017

Altair

Country of the passenger
Pallor composed of
These grids of blue
Oratory in the
Shrouded turning
Heavens
Walking through highest
Kitchen fossil
Blackness depth
From yokes of iron
Rescues the sure
Enough the trusted
Resemblance the
Semblance of order
From chaos from
The best thing of
No importance
In which his final known
Singing widow world
Of blue heaven sphere
Flickering green
Blue human born of
Native planet
Shorn of heavenly
Metal stanchions
Altair looms above
Him funneled
Lithe and shaking
Huge decipher sphere
Up and let us be
The ceiling of
Dimensions dark
Or lightness
They may
Be.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Hall of Mirrors

Sallow nested time
And manhood washed
Away the lover’s half
Asleep by outer
Circumstances sail
Unfurled the banquet
Slowly rushing through the
Hall of mirrors dare
Not look one
Way nor the other
Before him nor
Behind
Could remember neither
Future tense nor
Past
No bits of subtle
Heartbeat sentiment
Hiding there beside
Him
The likeness
Of himself
The thinly veiled
Consultant credit
Image of children
Rushing down the
Hall crashing headlong
Maybe childhood’s ripe
Refraction judging
The people
Of the
Land.