puppets all, we dance to
another jag-time waltz
thinking we set the rhythm
by the fumble of feet
we ain’t no hep cats
jazzing our bluejeans
the strings tangle to bind
as we stumble that last
drunken mile home
Category: poetry
puppets all
Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash rattle the bones
Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash everything too suchness
fan rattle to flame seething
and shudder limbs shake
ragged wrap in arms
of rags and wraith
chasing all elder ways
knock the stone fell
rattle the bones
shake in clenched silence
rattle all those bonesthistle & woad
Photo by Mandy Bourke on Unsplash with a head full of thistle &
hands stained of woad
skating away over water to
while away a spell
with the acorn man
you probably
would not understand
that has become a given
over these near
twin scored years
and so it comes to
wander this wodewood alone
chatting with oaks
in the blackthorn
with a head full of thistle &
hands stained of woadwoodenhead
Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash oh, woodenhead
come in from the rain
quit your thefts
seeking a beauty
outside for a one
that is within
all crows make argue
for your eyes—
you do not use them
anyway, they say
instead, my woodenhead
you are a' thieving out
in the pouring rainwandering at amble
Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash is it descendance
or ascension
when desire is
in suspension?
when you feel
tension but remain
uncompelled to act
on anything at all?
are you alive
without drive or
are you just living
life small?black sands
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com i walk
the black sands
hand on hand
holding the blade
carving a line
none dare cross
we are rose petals
scattered scarlet
blood my blood
a desert red without
you mouth to
drink me in
winter song of wine
a stone beach
broken of timeotherside
Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream
all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over
another wall showing cracks?
what awaits the otherside?decline
Photo by Greg Johnson on Unsplash and no, i think i won't
i'll pass, if you please
disengage from your rage
recuse my everything
because, as they say:
i am so tired
(insert back of hand
to forehead here)
waiting for the
first frost already and
summer's solstice just come...
