Unknown

Half monsters awake with the dawn, painted lips and drawn faces Scooting by on a fraction of a second. The time of need sees false land and conquers. It breeds till the years are filled and the last of the water taken. children drown from the lack of air. It is hope for all who look up, or those who look down, both depths hold mysteries.

Remind

He told me I would always remind him of autumn. The way the leaves turned, the line between decaying leaves and cool breezes, the way the fog rolls over the roof tops. “You are not so independent when the air turns cold”, He said. You seek the comfort of warmth to see what might unfold. Gustav Klimt

Photographic Mind

He said lose the photographic mind, Let those images swirl into imagination and break free. Those who take their photos have the memory on disk and paper. But will they remember it when the fires no longer keep them warm? Does it matter when we cherish all that comes during our time? The old papers turn yellow and crumble at the touch. I don’t mind when the sun sets or when the sun rises. It bleeds into one.

Breaking the Shell

Not so long ago when lollipops where her favorite treat, A little girl sang of trip wires and horse manure. She sulked in the corner when her dolls didn’t hum back, till she pushed them into the darkest corner for tea and punishment. Ages it would seem as she marched to her bedroom; 100 degrees in a great plains house with no air conditioner. Until Mr. Ghost wasp came to chase her bringing winter. A sudden fall and a tumble down her side of the icy hill, She soon discovered she was the queen of broken ornaments. Spring brought laughter and storms approached. The girl hid from lightening cowering under covers. Until the last gust of wind carried her away and turned her into caramel colored dust.

Cradle

Who does this cradle hold? Swaying back and forth The pendulum between right and wrong, It hides from tight embraces and rolls in blood This time of nonsense that comes from hidden shores.