Tiptoe (In A Quiet City)

the creaking floor
unbrushed dust under husks
of dead bugs in the window sills glistening
wind blows, quiet / mercy / set for sailing days
little boy dreams if freedom
instilled with science
sirens, always sirens
in the dark hours
the bodies fall
like clock points
like victimless heroes
laid out to be weathered by the caustic rains

peaches gleam
in the repetition of harvest
captured in this painting
creatures scurry by in the measured hush
of the silos
the pomegranates crushed under
hooves of horses marching in random figures
ghosts of cowboys
riding leather and burlap carpets
dancing in the sky
in ethereal antiquity
riding into silence
sun forgotten trees.

autumn early
here now to earth
any one thing
kept in stasis
too long
left for
forgetting
laughter
running
jumping
standing
barely
quiet
eventually. /

Its getting late in the evening, my love

everyone is laughing,
your smile is inconceivable.
take me to the Albion
to the blue room
where I'll believe again.
I never see
the prejudice,
the sign of any
idiots trying to sell you god.

the spirit of a rainbow,
call out letters sprayed
on a stucco wall.
the transferred wealth
of all imagination.
will we hear
the clarion call?,

I'm not after riches,
to cling to you like dew.
I don't know anything at all
but my love for you.

You, your
Spirit is a rainbow catcher
dogged by pestilence.
Desire is slowly
siphoned away
on the other side
of the fence.

Its a short form,
with a dull sword that cuts deepest
they tried to cut my heart out,
make me forget my name,
who I am, try to
change me, make me
give up before
the race is over.
All they want to do
is make you eat and
breathe the pain,
nothing can ever
stay the same.
Beat them at their
own game.

Funny how I find myself
In love with you.
there are no words,
I'm stuck like glue.
your beauty is naked.
an endless conundrum.
won't it all be wonderful
when the rainbows come?