An open door
Never a score
Don't use me

Open wounds
Still marooned
Don't abuse me

Crystalline heart
Ethereal parts
Don't break me

If...

You love me true
I'll love you too
Never to leave you

Where is the sound
            That once gave meaning
To my name.
It seems lost in the echoes
                    The sound of a
Crying shame.

                     I try to pinpoint the time
Channels I was
Passing through
                    When I could interpret pre-echo
When each syllable
Rang true

                   When my offspring was purer
Relative to
Innate impurities.
                    Girl, boy vastly interrupted.
So much for blood
As a surety.

Belly fire lessens with years.
                     Caution blows back
In the wind.
Flirting with status quo delusions.
                    Slogans & logos
Slowly rescind.

                 Pure thought tainted with church & state.
Leftist & Right Wing views
Scientifically spliced.
                  This new world creation seldom takes sides.
Calculates the outcome & always
Dresses nice.

I’m halfway there, queasy still
                    Rhetorical views beginning to
Make sense.
Cautious malaise on either side.
                       Starch chaffing neck  
Outcome offense.

                       I occasionally hear my voice
That blew with caution
In the wind.
                    Volcano dormant still pushes the crust.
Delusions sicken me back
To the fringe.

were
I to awake a day
to nothing abstract
to
just real life
nothing obtuse
or glorified
might the sun shine?

In the darkness
A silent voice etches
Temptation into a subconscious mind

In the thoughtlessness
Festers unspoken truths and
Stolen innocence

On the surface
A fragile
Production of wellness

In the void
Derelict fragments
Of Will were sustained

Until the day
A friend was lost
And you lost your way

blooms of daffodils petunias roses red
as autumn days shrink shorter
closing in the cold
like the pantaloons
fell to the floor in June
hot passion wafted to the ten-foot ceilings
fan slowly spinning
blades knifing air cutting sexes
scent making it incense
as we drifted into
fall
fell apart like orange red leaves
blown to the
distants
everywhere
spread
showed displayed
for an instant
glory
and then...