Melancholy Rare

 

Exhorting remedies of suave chameleon song, by the

Tabby’s table in hypnotic grins and memorizing

Heartbeats in pause, in silent calm broken only by

The rhythm of a small sound, like crows and thrush flittering

In cool feathered hunt, like scraggly whiskered lions

Searching for the beginning of a dream in sleepy

Commune unto the syrups of an icy symphonies borne brilliant

And craving the lizards troth, the snake skin shawls of musical
meanderings and the chrysalis in stasis, waiting for the
lyric of the prey, the purveyor of melancholy rare.

 

 

Summer Lullaby

 

Sour sugars and whiskey rasp, by the blue bearing of

Rhapsodies in cradle sure, the passion of a rocking bough,

Bought by the desires of a breath, trilled and in thrall of a

Birdsong dream, the availing musical force of a ravishing

Reflection in silver bells and tall told poetry

Meandering in a gentle soliloquy of harmonizing crickets,

By chirp, chirp, chancy degrees of summer lullaby

And swing safe same, the social acclaim of babes and

Enchanting secrets of hybrid note, tingly moods tuned by the chorus
of an evening tide sweetness.

 

 

Melodies in Rare Wine

 

Astounding, conveyed in wailing sympathies of

Profound lyric, in ambient waves of clear, crystal embrace,

By the tears of a dawning symphony in dance, in passing song

And wanting desires of spring, like honey-tap smiles and sweet
sanctity infatuated by the butterflies flittering amongst the

Rhythms of taunt strings and burnished hay,

Crying elite in wayward freedoms of swagger and swing,

Sway and raggy creations of nascent sound, trifled in

Wild moments of poetry and nightingale coo, a dream bidden

By the desires of flow and ebb, by the soul of

Wishes and melodies in rare wine.