On Writing

Poem 260 – The Colour Green

The Colour Green ( for Jett) a witch’s face – smilingvomit violently releasing infectionalgae attached to plastic lining co-dependent her pupils in the morning Peas. All. The. Peas. Rolled on tonguespopped between enamel mantis praying on the railing reeling at cicada jogging pants with puffed out knee graves – stained the sky in nap dreams

On Writing

Poem 259 – Fall Night

Fall Night for Monti the scent of orangedeep like changeburnt & crispylike summer’s skinpeeling to coolits tender bones the darkness darkerlayered like secretseigengrau & onyxlike shadow’s shadowripening to burstits widening playground these fall nights turn like pages in season’s grimoire –leaf’s veins weeping the last of warmth’s wishesstaining sidewalks in goodbye graffiti

On Writing

Poem 258 – Inside Patchouli

Inside patchouli Autumn mornings in concert with cricketscicadas witnessing the sun’s forehead nuzzle dawn into day the accepted repetition of arriving the achievement of such repetition the musk of knowing & choosing the light – the illumination of being a thing fully this oil of my youthlingers on sweater sleeveslifts me like his kiss can