(2014)
Meant to be recited slowly as a mantra
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
