Short Transpiration Poems

rain drops gently fall
flora lush and rivers gush
all over again...

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The lamps malignant overhead transpire
steel to stars, and I
floating over silver highway, am 
transpiring dreams
to cars, expectations
passing fast into the horizon.

Tell me, do these dreams die?

Does that which seems so living,
fold over settling 
into smoke,
or become a supernova,
a host
of a new neuroses-
the black mouth of poems....

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Lips kiss and whisper
Transmute our power
Create windless tunnels
Tornado of faith
Blizzard of hate
Summer of love
Signal decay
Tell me it is the end
And I have gone too far
Autumn has begun
An eclipse revealing
our black star.
Divulge the truth
Her Transpiration
Explodes the sun.
Cold winter
exists within
unsaid words
we are destined
To rule our worlds...

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The happening 

On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes
It crewed with delight.

Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration
turned into a raging river.

Transported me to the sea which was cooling
and calm lowered the fever.

The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon 
of high rise flats.

A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved
he wore a feather on his hat....

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Falling leaves of the ash tree
Burned to the ground
Behind you see
The embers found

Wind flows without directional need
Branches fallen lain to fritter
Spreading remains of the withered seed 
Yore the scorch the earth un wither

Sprouting stem from far you flew
Careen a trail of destination
Giving birth to hope anew 
Tree’s first breath of transpiration

Coppice recapitulate
Life perpetuate...

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