there there

there there
engage my intention
betray your apprehension,
harmonies' august abstention;
stage delay,
interval,
and harmonies beyond comprehension
there there

Lucid August Nine

Lucid August Nine
it's some lost song
that wasn't even all mine
damn
it
where is
it?

it's just a simulated compilation
of all that preceded
it

really

i've wanted to find it
ever since i forgot how to play it

it's clearly better lost

yet it's still a haze upon my imagination

headlights the highway of my agitation

now poor cousin Poetry's all's i got to show for it

yes

it's clearly better lost

grey day light

oh cloud so milky white
bird of such high flight
blue my eyes, wash their sight
now bespeckled by your light
glowing wilderness of night
in summer when i might
chance upon oh fresh delight
whimsical chaos oh contrite
presenting cloud oh so milky white
foreboding rain to dim the light
grey
oh when will my vanity take flight
leaving my soul to take delight
in the sun, light is but different shades of
grey

POST yesterday's inspiration

In the shadows of my inspiration
flows your sweet love’s perspiration
folding my minds' hearts' sublimation
generating later tears' vain indignation
but will you attend to see my graduation
from treasure trove memorial resignation
a hearts' revival post yesterday's instigation.

SKY NOW

The sky wants me more now
than its violet evenings and
its scarlet mornings drifting
temporally toward wispy cloud families
ever did
what
with their
taking tennis picnic glee amidst the golden light's
transient preparatory air for lantern guided sights
some betraying the moving filmic moniker of a soft pink exterior
others speaking of silence in marine stillness floating milk interior
on rare days emerald may emerge
in the pm, pre the night's converge
the sky
oh why?
symphonic sonic bliss
how dearly it did miss
it's crying tears of condensation falling on our tin roof
bring peace to my ears aural illustration visuals aloof
and as I hurtle for the ground
my screams' inaudible sound
acapella for the sky
and she listen's so intently
till mother earth claims from lost and found
my conglomeration of cells
my wind resisted blue lapels
for the sky wants me more now
than its violet evenings and
its scarlet mornings drifting
ever did
when bound to mother ground

CaR cRaSh

Dear Death,
you won't
take me alive
do contrive
to let me pass
give me a brake.

THE CODE BLUE NOWHERE SHIPPING LANE

SO THE GRAVE BLACK BESTIAL IT FLOAT

UTTER INEPTITUDE RUBBER DUCK REMOTE

YELLOW EPIPHANIES IN A SUB PINK ANECDOTE

ABOUT ROBOTS IN A CODE BLUE NOWHERE BOAT

where the glitzy glammy cabaret implicitly denote
an eclectic ultimatum masquerading as an acrobatic vote