in my orbit a rumor mongering spring

in a sentence hump back whale

no springs no spine only limp arms paper moon

 

imprisoned by air stale paradise

walled-in darkness a somersault of anvil clouds 

as if the sky does not cause clouds to mutate into white mice

hatched ‘tween barbs sobbing eye-less tears doll heads  

nodding lily stalk the pastor to his empty church 

we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing

floating up the moss-rimmed pool a school of broken words

shirred wind, why do you make of shadows an abstract of fear ?

feeling lame with the moon I clip the cat's claws

nostalgia: this pining thought sealed-in tight until an unseen hurricane of notes lances through and out bursts a geyser wrecking the stillness… 

in the wind the yelping shreds buds of the arbol de fuego (found haiku in 'the whelp', an unpublished free verse)

wind-serenade gracing the stillness a dumpster

micron droplets of lifelessness behold your last breath

brewing her own dreams a pronoun with clipped verbs

transplanted in me as if decreed the sun’s many eyes

stone fences the quiet courtship of evening rain

rip in the eaves the receding hours

when even clouds cannot speak of heights what can draw water from the well

floating up the gurgling pool a school of broken words

peeping moon she lifts the cover off the mulch bed

a lodestar where we belong is not among swans

droplets on bent daffodils could be tears

what's left of the mist paper roses

shuffled distance between my feet and tomorrow the finale

screams pierce the dusk masked ghosts

this morning a lot of people have facial birthmarks

unbecoming of a moon dried up inkwell