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Between the Shows

The movie's over. Credits died to darkness. Light unfolds like plants Unfurling and sped up, The curls to slender Crooked green. The janitors are cleaning Aisles all around me, Behind, Before. I should've left here Several minutes ago. The silence dead Between the shows. I sit alone And stare at empty silver, Lost, untethered. I've no idea what you wanted But it wasn't me. - 6/10/25

Eucharist (Within a Summer Storm)

Glass panes Stained As Bible Stories Shake with  Fury hard, Possessed Inside The wind And the rain. The body, The blood And son of god, That holy ass. The bread Now flesh, The wine, Divine. You kiss The rim Between Your lips, Beneath Your sacred Mass of Tangled Hairy Glory. Spirit swift Descending, Shaking Faster Windows, The sanctuary Walls. I, Silent, Confess. Blessed Art thou Who receives These gifts. - 6/9/25

I Have Not Troubled

Cold water cleanse. Defiance over wood Too green, She rests her hand On top my arm Again, Again, And... The heat Is baking, Streaming. Lively words Might never burst. I'm dressing up the altar, Searching in the darkened sky, And waiting for a fire from the heavens. - 6/6/25

Cloudburst

The rain is falling for your lines, So you can hardly blame me. This Sunday never shoved the sun Above the hills, The grey as dense As jilted teenage boys So tragically in love. My tension puddles Like the drizzled drops About your tilting smile. Stormy weather Always slows the traffic, Always coaxes off the noise. - 6/5/25

Aqabar

Her speech Evokes the morning, Parting waves of colorless morass To sprinkle brightness Sweet. Massage and stroke The lotion Of her words Made flesh. I know your yesterday Roared rough. You flailed to keep your mouth Above the surface. Now, the ocean's split, Retreating from a pavement Unexpected. Walk the world Refreshed. Today, Her voice will prove enough. - 6/4/25

Muted Green

Her dress, The muted greens And dandelion whites Of fading summer Promising an apple blossom chill Infused my face With fragrant mown lawns At rest in sprinkler lullabies And lightning bugs at twilight And occasionally blinking Slyly at the dawn. A periwinkle  Wintertide Can cause A nocturne To serve As requiem. I still Can close My eyes And smell Her alcoholic Dew underneath Her firmly  Slender arms. - 6/3/25

Peeling Tomatoes

Plunge your eyes beneath the bubbling water. You feel the thud. You always think you know Until the blood Is on your cheekbone. She is covered thick. You only see so far through all. You see far less than you assume. You are growing old Beside the world. A shocking mystery Is peeling out your sight As ripened raw tomatoes, Filling leaking flattened lungs And hastening Your pulse To lively Lethal tempos. Her lips are saying More than she is speaking. - 6/2/25