Long Speckling Poems

I lean down over
    the squirming corpse to be
and remove
        a chunk
            of fatty...

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I slide through
          the darkness
     within your walls,
following wires
      to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
  I...

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Smoke trickles from red brick stack
Children make ready for slumber
Through the frosty panes of boudoir glass
Eyes amaze at the wonder before
Amber radiant glow of street lamp
Broken by fall of crystalline confetti
Obscuring rays and speckling ground...

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* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain 
people can come along and make that one part feel alive and better than ever 
because you trust...

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I don't often see beautiful things outside after summer
But today I saw something that made my jaw drop 
Imagine: a cool autumn day, 
I'm walking through a forest 
Filled with flowers and orange and red...

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Today I will write about stars-
Not the usual
Compressed galactic-gleams,
Not the speckling
In deep sky seen,
Tracked and charted
By singular-minded, bright-eyed teams-

No-I will speak of Real Stars,
Day and night stars-
Eternal Stars
Never growing dim,
Burning brightly
From star-dust within-
Not a glow...

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For what do you beg my attention in wrath
Shall I now be a god to your vile misdeeds
Your promises that foamed your vowels in froth
Your habits promiscuous, your base creeds
Shall curse now your flat fear...

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Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view

Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas station coffee
That which further
Obfuscates the scene

Mousey and silent
Each flake falls
Like the wings of
An...

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Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rain

Brown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizon

Hints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blue

Grey smudged along the edges, like a painter's afterthought


Cool breeze...

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Drops dance around,
speckling the ground.
This path I walk,
if only it could talk,
me,
full of fears,
treading on natures' tears

Relentless rain falling,
softly so.
I hear my calling,
is it me?
feeling so low?

Help me lord!
For you did hear my cry,
do not...

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"The Friend"
I own this stereotype.
Heavy in belly, soft tall demure,
Trying to saint the boxing sinner.
Mother loved, father manly worried,
I wander passion for unrequited state.
The socially unapt gazer, debating intent.
Waiting on the whom,
To confess rapture, for...

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I sit in quiet and see the sunlight speckling through a magnolia tree.
I close my eyes and hear the buzzing song of a honey bee.
I listen to the tunes of the starlings and blackbirds choir.
I...

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Orange bulb lit firefly, 
Silhouetted scaffolds delude my reticent pace
Speckling lights flutter to my grazing eye, 
Across a barren waste. 
Lonesome night breeze crispends forward gaze,
Tomorrow’s evening builds on and on to a swell. 
Hopeless...

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A Winter's Sonnet

From a heavenly atmosphere,
Feathery ice sculptures appear.
Mingling snowflakes crowd together,
Each flake unique with character.

Speckling fluffs in rhythmic cadence
Float down in luxurious silence.
On top of each, they accumulate,
Bending tree branches with their weight.

Softly fall...

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