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in the wind the yelping shreds buds of the arbol de fuego (found haiku in 'the whelp', an unpublished free verse)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