Mist From Afar
Whiskey salts, looking for the taste, the sated dreams of
What’s kept secret by songbirds and sparrows in soothing
Diversions of grace, the sly smile, like tufted dandelion
Seed, gentle in pregnant release, from a distant horizon,
Bidden by the stage, the seat of fluttering satisfaction, in
Cheshire glow, a comforting view in fuzzy sips seen through the well
of a bourbon chill and a river of hot ice, the moment in breaths of
desire, forever in song unto the shadows and the silhouette in
passions pleasure and clandestined perch, like the wont of fireflies and
babies in chase, a spellbound note of indulgent shiver and singing
surge,
Bought at slow sums of sensation, the lady laze in muzzy seas of
velvet verse, by ballads of mist from afar.
Dreamy Dogs
Inhaling the sweet sanction of a song in shadow,
Desiring the unruffled love of a gentle tear
And a soft eye, staggering for it’s amazing wont, in
Symphony sure, by sated eyes in tune with the passions
Of professed bourbon lanes and passing cascades of risqué’ haze,
The basic need for muse in myth and real tones, smooth by the lines
Of dreamy dogs and leopard blues, in velvet rash
And real tangles of lyric unadorned, bare
To the winds of
Heaven.
Hummingbird Chaste
A child in silken rhythms of sleeping escapade, the fires of
Bidden taboo, borne of sparrow song and wild
dancing daisies, the undulating twilight sky,
In seasons alight by the slow essence of cinnamon
In rue, of rolling musical confessions in wayfare wont
And calm times of worship, by the alters, we bend like reeds unto
The sashay of singing larks daubed in the
Sugars of hummingbird chaste.
Tempest Breadth
Acquiescent in overcast dreams of tempest breadth, the existence of abiding
Ethers in stony realms of abandon, faithful to the inborn
Decrees of muses and torn seams in silk, a desire in ash
And spiraling smoke, the scruples claimed by contented
Grins and ghosts in toast with the cool fires of
Whiskey avail, the sound of an applauding spirit in solace with
The gentle rhythms of conjured acclaim, a bottomless
Resolve turning and churning in whirlwinds of chance.
The fluttering butterflies in charcoal tinctures of silent flight, bourn unto
The twilight horizon.
Lyrical Vapors
Nurtured by blessings in velvet and wayward paths,
Secreted by enchanting escape, a sustenance conveyed
By the way gone tomorrow, preferred by the sparrows desire
For sermons in excess of song and gentle theaters of
Romance, by sweet lyrical vapors and swallows of rhy, the
Breath before a rhythm of January chill, on cool melodies
Of delirium and mazy tempests in fortune, beautiful by challenged,
Emergent mists in ivory fingered
Fields of
Fire.
Shouts of Mass
Carnival, dog-tired bone splintered dust,
In confounding children and nearly spoiled tales of
Impossible secret, the thunder in briar thorn doubt,
In supposition and tendriled light, in wild
Feathered quiet and pleasant care, a reason in verdicts of presence
And burlesque, a tawdry envelope
In ascending wont
And shouts of mass.
Sour Sweetblossom
The shapeless plenty of voyage unto the embrace
Of gossamer substance, in the reverence of sour
Celebrations and sweet sheltered appraisal, a
Resounding rain, an attending soil beneath the surface
Of dark dither and unadorned winter chance. The
Grace of what becomes ancient in evanescent turns of
Season, akin to a showy whimper and a withering roar,
A moldering note of acquiescent remembrance, a pile
Of leaves and the tide, a damp moss truth and just a touch
Of flavor realized in sour sweet blossom.
A word to the love of days gone by and passion in temper
Of earth and heaven, fuzzy faded ink scrawled in careless
Abandon and discarded desire, the pen of lovers in fervent
Flight, left behind in a pile of sodden soil
Leaves in possession of sour sweet blossom.
