The breaking of summer

The leaves, they fall like golden rain
and pierce like the sunlight
of a thousand days
shudder in the wind
and pool at my feet
where the air
and the sidewalk meet

Arrival

I've tread here before
the rambling streets of
a new city
the champaign puddles
mingling with yesterday's news
everything looks anew
with the light on
but here
in the dark
where the wind whips down
the alley between
my feet
and somewhere
The nighttime pumping
out its desperate heartbeat
The smell of sangria
wafting through my soul
I pull out my
unused ticket
and catch a train
I've never ridden on before

Muse

Music
my beautiful seductress
sinking her wanton fangs
into flesh and sinew
and I am howling
with her harmonic reverberations
though my soul
deep inside the knowledge
she is never letting go

keeping up with expectations

idle here
where the world drifts
off into oblivion

The Pauper Plays

Tear down the stage
break out the boards
bleed the script
send off the hoards

Take the pauper there
in the empty chair
juggling with his
last affair

he pawns away
his last coin
for one look at you
before your'e gone

will you spin your web
of deceit
leave me listless
on my knees

The actors here
on stage commence
with lethargic words
that have no dance

with military expertise
take down the King
and kill for peace

the crown of gold
its shattered price
release the bleeding
hearts rejoice

this town of apathy
makes us weak
give me music
give me release

Dali meets me here

purple
where the sky and the desert meet
exploding riots of color
at this crossroad
beneath my feet
howling winds
enticing siren's song
keep me turning my head
guessing where the music
is coming from
what path is next,
and wondering at the
path that led me here;
where have my footprints
disappeared.
The restless and the weary
souls lay down
their burdens to the sand
and sift their hands
to turn the time again.
I have come here with
the knowledge
that I know nothing,
but still I wait for
always something.
This conflagration is igniting
and burning and catching
and swirling and fighting
swinging upon the breeze
and I am thirsty
crying for my soul
to quench this need.
The light begins to fade
as the clock ticks time away
and I lift my leg
keeping stride with the desert
whispering in my ear
to just keep on going.

untitled

We are the loose feathers
springing into action
once the wind picks up
take me with you
on your flight to the unknown