Tag: betwixt and between

  • sitting

    at slipping out of no-thought 
    while at doing no-thing 
    remembering the beforewhen
    where sitting was just
    for the sitting and
    considering a return 
    to not doing anything
    but sitting once again

  • on wander

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    here drifts the mind on wander
    a drifter becomes the i
    blowing over the asphalt
    dusting the road on white
    slipping to stream from drift
    stream her veins flow
    veins pursue heart of mind
    and mind the heart drift wanders

  • wounded

    Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash
    chain link silvered with
    scarlet & black tobacco ties
    swaying on the wind

    laced leather around that
    wear-my-hair-long,
    the painted hills still sing

    ever the dancing the ghost
    against a world hellbent
    on feeding the hate machine

  • a mirage

    hands all at shivers
    guns all tremble at those
    gone to ghost, should
    the tales told be true

    is it relief?
    is it bounty?
    those dust-weathered
    posters have lost
    their razor's edge

    bootblack and road
    another foot, another mile
    another dime in
    a fistful of dirt

  • companion piece

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    i have a raven
    riding on my shoulder
    fowl-mouthed, of course
    one who cusses up a storm
    and you cannot see them
    but they ride there
    all the same

    a nibble on my cuticle
    a gnaw upon my nail
    a peck upon my fleshy cheek
    we get along so well

  • left

    stuck at left of the dial
    where no one roams,
    driving lost highways
    talking to ghosts

    turn off headlights
    to follow stars
    wolf child howling at
    a harvest scarlet moon

    her voice riding
    static in waves,
    do you remember
    all tomorrows?

  • gone rime

    Photo by Krzysztof Płocha on Unsplash
    in the pale naked running
    of fall on amber fell
    granite and shale in cutting

    and there is little concern for
    if these lilt and lang of words
    are sensible or sane

    there is only the running

    come chill the winds' bite
    with the descent of eventide
    old jack gives kiss on flesh

    in the pale naked running
    of fall on amber fell gone rime
    granite and shale in cutting

  • endless

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    how grey must i grow?
    an endless wait for
    the beat of ravens' wings
    flying low over
    fresh fallen snow

  • wasting away

    Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
    oh, that doppelgänger you
    shroud of shadow & secret
    in the hollow hill below
    every wall a door leading
    to more walls and doors, but
    i have drunk your wine &
    i know that i cannot
    shake my fetters free
    all i ask is a kiss before dying
    before i waste away for
    the want of you

  • seems

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    sometimes the then seems
    are not really any things at all
    but other seems unconsidered
    that beckon with their call, so
    now back to the la-z-boy and
    the rocking and the nights, dreaming
    new oaks from acorns alone
    but no, no, don't let seams show
    keep all those seems deep inside