You Ought To Know

Portraits 2014 010

Someone has been killing our cats,

Demonic river congo rats,

Seizure tremor clabber dinner,

Milk poured from Death's sovereign vat,

Trespass coochie bubble grass,

A sea of stolen starlight cast,

To sail my soul, rasp, and sinner,

Until our veils vapor shimmer,

Love remains life's dearest need,

Whole womb, doom, venom, or seed,

Dare cause to arise, must's do plea,

Cherries sweetest cyanidic,

Forgiveness, poison, daily bleed.

In memory of Jabber Box aka Jack 
the Cowboy Cat. He was thankful for 
every mouthful he received and
defined love more concicely than 
we humans can imagine. 

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Oleander Greed

The catalpa pods dangle, hesitant paper laces in the hushed secrets of the Autumn winds … above and in sentry over the first blush cascades of promising rose hips, nourishment the summer fauns will savor come winter’s killing frost … slightness of the morning turning her palms in offering first testament … there uplifts a billowed lantern dance in unconcealed oneness urging the wood ducks to favor the openness of the lake’s center … thus, they ride on crystal carronades of split prism prayer parades … carnival red, gold, and green gleam … Soul drifts upon this thirst of suggestion, pagoda patter beneath cool bare feet, stone and moss married amongst calliopes with tender mints supplanted … silver bells kiss consternation pouring forth amicable intentions of reaching ignorance’s temple where rest no knowledge of ever knowing touch … the taste of mead and marigolds drunk with a dark silence met … I am your vital leech field, swamp to suckle mud fed seeds, thus, his milky and honey oleander greed.

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