For JaML
Arise O cider mugs, woven gloves,
umbrellas, and stocking caps, sip
tempts you, warming lips, tickle the tongue
usher of roan pathways where I walk
mouldering in blanched thought, a
nova blights passive stroll as I
wake our passing. O summer,
I canted in your splender, your heat
toked my smouldering skin, a
harmless drug, sunlight in trees.
Youth slips it's grave, tapped
over for shoes, sandals hang
under the shelves of summer blues
Sand and beach tar blow in
a panic of wind shapes the runes
naming their colloquial titles, in
dire need to not let the lax style
arc into formal wear and gray, gray gray,
nod to the suits, the stern sky, the
deepening shadows. Gray, gray, gray
Belly up with your trenchcoat, belly up
ermine like, grey mood, grey eyes.
another shorter moment to live sunlit,
cargo of shorter breaths, gray scarf
held against paper scattering wind swirling
the colors of gray, in colder strokes,
acting the part of savior, you come in
raising hopes in your shorts and half top,
belly of color and rings, smile met with
lovely hint of long days making magic
over tall amber glasses of tea, you darker more
womanly in an Estee Lauder scent. I
shutter and wrap my trench coat around you
in the frigid evening, the grass stiffens,
nudging along is a gray sunset fog.
OM
This also appears in Deeply Dark...we have those afraid of those dark places. So I am bringing this to the light.
Arise O cider mugs, woven gloves,
umbrellas, and stocking caps, sip
tempts you, warming lips, tickle the tongue
usher of roan pathways where I walk
mouldering in blanched thought, a
nova blights passive stroll as I
wake our passing. O summer,
I canted in your splender, your heat
toked my smouldering skin, a
harmless drug, sunlight in trees.
Youth slips it's grave, tapped
over for shoes, sandals hang
under the shelves of summer blues
Sand and beach tar blow in
a panic of wind shapes the runes
naming their colloquial titles, in
dire need to not let the lax style
arc into formal wear and gray, gray gray,
nod to the suits, the stern sky, the
deepening shadows. Gray, gray, gray
Belly up with your trenchcoat, belly up
ermine like, grey mood, grey eyes.
another shorter moment to live sunlit,
cargo of shorter breaths, gray scarf
held against paper scattering wind swirling
the colors of gray, in colder strokes,
acting the part of savior, you come in
raising hopes in your shorts and half top,
belly of color and rings, smile met with
lovely hint of long days making magic
over tall amber glasses of tea, you darker more
womanly in an Estee Lauder scent. I
shutter and wrap my trench coat around you
in the frigid evening, the grass stiffens,
nudging along is a gray sunset fog.
OM
This also appears in Deeply Dark...we have those afraid of those dark places. So I am bringing this to the light.




