LESSON OF FALL


waiting for you...
amidst the play of children
spirited by the vibrance of autumn
fat squirrels dancing and darting through acorn eden

each snapped twig is of your foot
whip and turn of my neck uncontrolled
a moment’s importance to
every catcher of my hopeful glance

the dinner hour must be upon
as families flock and file to find
correctly matching mommies and daddies
honking and hailing from steel boxed bubbles of safety

they too ... mock your approach
as time drips of a two scoop cone
licked up neatly by my anticipation

...soon your hair - duskly glistened
will eat the elms of ego with envy


conscious now
surrounded by the sounds
fathomless faith and tierless trust
...sad as the season sings
of how this too will change

cool breeze of reassurance
as it becomes less important
that you are not here...
more that you are coming at all...


PARALLEL HELL


find the done fork
and stick where you please...

my journey will last past the feable tales of skin
allowing the deaf and blind deity
to read with fabled fingers
a subtle etching of joy and woe
without the reproach of my puzzled face...

and not my story alone

this blue green collage is merely one prick
amongst the vast system
of beaded brail

a creator, no
the maker, no

the first soul of this know universe.....
an ambiant spirit of perfection
stripped of sight and tone
to eminate omnipotent objectivity

and we ...
casting a die of immoral fasting
bleed our sins of value
and trace the line of debt
to our most parallel entities

until all we do is see and hear

...... and fear.

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