(From A Page)

(From A Page)

At the corner of the cage

    debilitated stage

Motley does the fool

 grace our reverential haze

     Quicken up the pace

     Fallow is the gaze

 When all one need but ask

 “How do I navigate this maze?”

       hesitate

             ameliorate

          destitute age

 ponder on the question

  “What constitutes a blank page?”

(From A Page)

 Jealousy

bitter for ignoramity

 Wrestle by Pandora’s side

against that self-same box

 Refuse the wrinkled thought

the pinched salt

 Scabbed knee

first fall

 But,what?

unanswered call

 Ford-way gone

o’er shoulder

 Reflection to none

weathered marker

 Causeway web spun

Let the wise men’s words ring,

 heart & mind be one

Soul ache for what aught to be

 fear not finality

“You look through people.”

   My heart skips

Amber daylight

  What compass steered to this?

                 Cross-hex

                    Transplant

        as the compliment suggests

being in my place

      How?

If that’s true

     then what’s in a gaze?

What renders still

           and seizes the frame

Drinks it’s fill

          refusing the shame

Steely glass

                  or

                       Pooling mercury

          Am I to blame?

       What angel whispered

            that emerald eyes

                    would

        cast such stultifying rays

               Puzzling ways.

(From A Page)

Those moments

   You felt you’d be forever

 In that parcel

Here again,

       Gone tomorrow

Hand off what-

                -you’d never bargain

     Alight upon each spending

            Here Again,

                    Gone Tomorrow

Prayer by midnight

I'll dial in the symbols Inanna, I've come to pray Your lap, my head here to lay "You know your killing me this way?"

Ever weary to recite the trials Another day Another way Just as others, ever wishing to stay "You know I've demons mine own to slay?"

Violation imperative, void to plug away Plumb the folds, wed the fable O' blessed oracle nary you will block my way

"Then I've nothing more to say,

uninvited in doorway you'll remain,

till darkest darkness lays it's claim"

(From A Page)

“Do you remember when?”

      Passing

A lover without a a friend

      Soft and dulcet coaxing

Bellows to a flame

      Moths to a frame

 Yet opened

Need a moment have cobwebs?

Need contentment have end?

  How another’s tugging,

         does the heart rend.