Femme

Flash, strut, bend back

Draw luster in haughty stares - eradicating wet Parisian eloquently lit streets

Take, give, push, pull

Find, have…brim; shine

on

Shine on

Bare Bones

It is only away from the media; as you witness this on the media that I find joy in the sunlight like a prisoner.

Squirrels remind me to play; sometime.  I tread the damp, glistening, black, coal road breathing foreign crisp air; my favorite weather.

Today; lessons; lifetimes; sorrows; spring's, my foot is caught.

I howl for home.

Short Stop

Means nada: madness

Where to jump off here; the rabbit hole; the blown out brains; my flesh carvings or burns.

Question mark

My space cases cover; damask stripes or old world weavers?

Something for the mutherfuckin ghetto and the White House

Jimmy-yang to single nun

How can I see through the fog; how can anyone make out the future?

Clip clop along; tick tock by song.

Sax

Notes in shape not form rise and so do I

Involuntary flush becomes me

Want

Excel with me. Urge solid; tangible - become

a dance…a trance, followed by a sweet tooth candy dream.

Among the Cedars

I wanted to sing about it all…

The soaring heights; the natural crevices, the harsh touch.

Overpowered; surrounded; surrendered to pure strength.

I stood enlightened.

Lupita

Moonlight; purple amethyst skies and her.

Swanlike movements glide; caressing the white sand.

Bubbly salt water soaks her; she wants more.

Alerted; whips around: eyes; but more…some deep recesses of altered consciousness and magnification of magnetism.

Don't move; stare.

It's better.

I'll leave first.

I'll linger always.

I won't forget.

Keeping glances…a real collector am I.

Streetz

Beckon my soles; mark my discounting entrance.

House my lights; grass prairie path.

Capturing you feeds my grit; exploring you sharpens my wit.

I am grateful for your slick ways - side ways and bi ways.

Fishing

Bait held; time trips and ticks.

Otherworldly occupies thee.

Shoulder shrug the masses' expectations.

Great? North winds, yeah. Blow back the energy as roots from my stock before a diamond bling.

Remain as is…my own.

Cult

Fastened to a holster. I am willing; captive - heart pumping the answer yes. My own will. Hurts though. 

Wrists wrung; stung.

Tromping through art sets of Fall leaves finding spirit guides keeps me alive.

Like sands of the hourglass this will run and leave me…

Wild

Blown, rain drenched; clenched fists; tousled hair.

Barefoot: one with dripping soil

A ray finds me; I remember a soft scent, a flinting eye, a white smile

I miss…absolutely.

White Leaf

Dust clothed array; dance wit me

Your source lie in my back

Your purity; consume my conscious so that I may swing in rhythm sister wind

When you fall; I wish I would catch you

If I fail return to the place we all come from and by all means; grow a great white leaf again

I'll look forward to another dance; another chance.

Wonderland

Fairy dust settles high on my cheekbones

The brightest star's evanescence lures magic; pulls from a form unseen

Whispers spark in my sight from a nearby fire

They lead me

Into madness