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Downed Vessel

Bells within
cause clangor,
drown
sounds that
currents make
as they boil past-
we go in
opposite.
 
White lie servants,
steering the wheel so
far south,
how could we not
go down?
 
No Captain to
guide.
And though this
vessel’s shared,
we’ve proven only
mock shipmates.
 
Churning swifts keep all
aboard-
Ship clutch tenants
close-
All at once trapped
and
left behind.

Light

Yours are the secrets
I’ll keep
locked beneath
Virginia City ruins;
deep
within the mines.
 
May they find
a way
to sparkle-
really shine
some multi-faceted
light,
compared to my
fools gold notion,
they will beam their way back
to me
so easily…
 
but have mounds, hills,
of Earth
to uncover-
shovel from these eyes,
before the clear-cut
night,
when granted
Clarity.

Alkali

The water lies
opaque,
and still on the highway, glistens, then evaporates as you draw near.


O’er the left,
windswept, dry
to a brittle chalk white, that barren floor of alkali.
Just to the right, subdued, honey-hued,
a flame that doesn't glow as bright.


Clamped by the vice
of dread,
as the road before us spread, farther than our own eyes would bear to see.
Wisps of feelings had,
trapped hot against the
rocks,
on the hills
rolling by, beside and beneath.


Misplaced words, quipped obliviously, snuffs, buries
the flame.


This soul sits
opaque
and still,
riding across the highway,
as dry as the ghost of that sea.


When you draw near...... You end me.

Spare Change

Welcome the damp...

to quench its need to purify.
It is --at least--
a change. And...


I need a change.
Yes, I need change.
There's never an end to this
All The Time.
Buried 'neath stacks of grey, Drain bone-dry, the last of silver.
​Bleed out to the inevitable Crushed. 


Inverness

In nights when
a crisp humidity
wraps its
cocoon--
Jolts within me
suddenly
thoughts of a cove
where as a
child,
scattered clandestine
words--
burrowed on their
own
into the pallid sand
who soaked herself
with salty sea,
then pledged confidentiality... until I grew,
and could take
it.


So
Burn
Inverness.
Let the whispered
die
and with you
firefly
ethereally toward night. One can merely
hope
not a single soul
will catch
one
here nor
there...
though what's
there
to fear?
Only that which is deeply known:
I was,
I am,
a child still--
never grown.


Red sky,
hide
stowaway embers; remains
fallen from youthful lips. Let ride away on bobbing crests.
At low tide,
an even lower
soul
walks the shallows. 


So Long

Got the
lock and key.
Will you promise, though whispered words cannot be heard from


So long, and hundreds of miles--think I took the wrong direction. Beguiled by comfort
and another kind of


promise.

But did you ever hold fast to Anything?
Could you...
to me? 


Sin 'n' Tonic

Even my body
holds me 
hostage--
Ribcage cell
barring
manic heart...

when walls won't
fall--
even fake brick facades
cling to
well-worn dive bar
foundations,

'Tis the bitter
finally cuts through--
slices past the
evergreen potency 
of man-made
strength--

bellicose, forcing
its way in;
open up and
swallow--
tonic permeating
soulless through,
anchors to bottom
& crumbles youth.


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