Thursday, February 28, 2013

Stone Cold Fox

Stone Cold Fox

lush Lux peach

celestial azure orbs

misty musk soddened mounds

siren squeal start

listen glisten glow

scatter scented glass

shatter shrill drop

crunch squeeze crunch

crumple stumble stop

flip flop buzz deflate

nuzzle pulsate




Under the Table

photo: DAZ

Under the Table

I could be losing my touch.

That complex cleverness dripping my muchness

into a puddle of doubt on the floor

underneath a table of gum stalactites: 

crystallized, chewed-up, neon mounds,

once full of cerebral flavor,

oozed in muse booze, now

withered and wrinkled.

I'm left alone to spelunk

for my gems of rhymes.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013




Take me into the tunnels below
the manholes and oak roots,
where lights no longer echo
and noise falls mute.

There I'll find my voice of reason
amidst cackling pipes
and graffiti of treason -
signs of a once-lived life.

Where darkness becomes a friend
and no longer alien.
Within these walls I mend
myself beneath the subterranean.


photo: Lib Hedgepath

click clock staccato of rain drops
against her window pane
that frames a charred horizon
stained with lofty clouds.

the door creeps open with a creak,
pouring in a draft that trips the light
into a shadowed promenade against the walls,
as the moon of her lust and doffed desire
waxes through the threshold.

his bare feet shuffle to the hearth
and stop at the edge of heat,
he sits next to her and tells her
"Please tame this fire."