Of then,
Smoke of a squandered summer morn
The barrel of a summer afternoon
And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve
Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watch and berate
Wilting wonders to wound a heart the size of a horse
Hoarse to mourn the drowning drought of the mellow monnow
To drown the blessed sapphires of summer fever
With fevor and bloodied weather
And sleep on a velvet throw
Turn these demons and paralysis upon the stars
And stitch and tie and tighten
And wear aware of the consequence
And ensnare the stars aware of the darkness
Pay the fare to the ferry
And pretend not to hear the merry walks and dreary ends of life
Pretend not to tighten without the enticement of and ending life
Pretend not to sleep
Away and away and away
Further than the astral splurges of this
Life
Sleep with the intent of death
So death may bless the creaseless crown of my forehead
And sleep with his singular kiss forevermore
2//5//2025
Seasons
Autumn with rustling red and brittle brown,
Time weighing heavily as honey oozes;
Or as silently as the sun goes down
With no birds singing as all nature closes.
Winter with gritty grey and creaseless white,
Time freezing smoothly as iron pressing;
Or as stretched as the morning’s sunlight
With sad flowers and fresh blossom dying.
Summer with prickly green and crisp yellow,
Time endless as a rail track distancing;
As long as a slow burning tallow
With undergrowth and bursting weeds surging.
But spring with cruel growth and fragile rain,
Harmonises nature with its refrain.
I catch a glimpse at the mirror,
And my sight astounds me
Back in those days the sun rises with me
And leaves me to take her place at dusk
Gone is my smooth and creaseless skin
And my catching and charming face
That sways all and sundry
Like dewdrops
Gone is my beardless beautiful face
That innocently radiates with warm smiles
Time and toil has played its tricks
And has suddenly caught up with me
Gone is my hairy scalp
That curly shone with no hoary strand
Now they fear to stay on my head
Receding like fearful soldiers
Gone is my built-up vigor and might
That bares me up and down the aisle
Restless was I ...combing all nooks
Clutching all I could with ease
My eyes fell closed and lashes fluttered
Over creaseless cheeks and smiling lips
And then Time’s carousel had stuttered
And anxiousness had tightened its firm grip
As what once was became all new
The rules of youth so sudden turned
The pleasant, carelessness I knew
Became a muddled pile of lessons learned
And everything bore consequence
And my mistakes became my errs
And choices led to long suspense
While aged societies conferred
And weighed my words my worth by faults
Deciding if I might deserve a place
To be accepted, or to be locked in vaults
Of loneliness, shame and disgrace…
And though I merely blinked I know
That I cannot go back through passageways
Although I will not dream of letting go
of innocence and childhood days.
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