blooming inside
your dancing lips trace moonlight in my heart
I feel your dreamy words
creaming
caressing
sugaring
sweetening
------ my closed minds
Full Moon
........rising in the east
........lanterns and moon viewing
........and a cup of green tea
opening inside
your loving kindness reflected moonlight in my heart
I sense your poetic desire
seeking
strumming
gliding
gradually
------ into my mind
Full Moon
.......kissing the tatami
.......softly entering the residence
.......lighting upon a maiden's face and her samurai
tiptoeing inside
your gentle warrior heart shining moonbeam in my heart
I embrace your burning soul
melting
dissolving
enchanting
electrifying
------ this body of mine
Categories:
sugaring, desire, dream, fantasy, feelings,
Form: Free verse
It blows all around us.
Zig zagging in front of the eye.
A million bits of lemon dipped confetti.
Tapping on the carapace of a life.
Fawn dappled-silver maple leaf- days.
Spotted leopard-howler monkey nights.
Everything summed up in gossamer skin.
Infinity licks the newborns fresco face.
The asp of life threads the eyes shut.
In a generation or two tombstones are forgotten.
No more granite tears meeting salty stone...
or plastic flowers flanked by crows.
The whole damn thing just a paper bowl
filled to the brim with put on.
Life gnashes at the neck with lion teeth.
Sad pitter patter of an actor's eulogy...
Sugaring stumps and bitter moons
every word twists in the air...
Like cancer riding a stream of confetti.
Categories:
sugaring, adventure, cancer, death,
Form: Rhyme
Don Drummond, my friend
Let your trombone leak again
Honey from the honey throne
Syrup sugaring my tongue
Sorrow from the volatile bone
Vibrating canals
Through which a man and his rain
Walks alone
Splashing mud against the eyes
To hide
Children in their tattered war
From the history battered pain
In self.
You were the most brilliant knight of them all
On your golden steed
Charging from dancehall to dancehall
Killing the giants that flock our blues
And in a moment like that your lover died.
And when the music exploded
We young revolutionary dreamers dance
Not knowing the telling was not enough
To change our colonized circumstance
Not knowing the music
Was not a weapon for you
It was something to make you deaf
To the screams
Of humanity suffering oprression
And when they took away your trombone
The cacophony of our sadness
The silence from the honey throne
Killed you
A cornered child in a desolate place.
Categories:
sugaring, dedication
Form: Free verse