hearty moth cornered
gray wings horizontal rest
lantern burning down
Aging
night walk haiku
extending yawning branches
buds golden green
my thoughts flanked by moonlight
spread the WLS
shine my ghost
eyes still sleepy
stiff coffee steam
outside ghost droplets
peek into windows
of careless dreamers
still life kitchen
soul stare bright
today no pain
just gray scale
melodies down below
rise like sun
shine my ghost
away rest now
lillies soon grow
fog ghost soul
evaporate into sky
spread the WLS
veinte adios ciaosito cariño
tonight i let go
joy at my feet
smile my
mouth red
lipstick
bon voyage
once the strike is stroked
i hope never to return
spread the WLS
when will the saints
since the gases of The Breath began to stir laying star mosaic highway to my Earth i have stood here with the Mothers see our skin with every deep trench within lies a simple truth no matter how those eyes may look at it those evergreens beyond man’s streets will make their way to find me i the omnipotent Mother armored in degrees of time so tempered holding on to blades of grass and crooning birds the smiles of ghosts prophets who are strangers and now it is my time the holy Breath she comes on flames attire placing the finishing touches before i’m ushered softly silently diligently into a tomb of slumber
spread the WLS
ulcer
acid rain drop tear
eye field of grain
gypsy cloth for burial
standing we don’t stop
just beyond the starline
shelter roof of water
floor of heaven hell
grew cold of waiting
ulcer in the chiding
mouth of goddess in
between the deaths of
lives less killed our
candied bitterness let’s build
a temple maybe five
before the swallows fly
back stoned to nests
tipping over ashes was
the flowers of my
bed in hair graying
spread the WLS
even the Cecil prays
spread the WLS
death according to bird
i alone live with this reflection
the nature in the God and i a mere feather
look around nowhere to bury my exhaustion
i see beyond the bones of time
a hall of mirrors is the water
my wings held hostage by its weight
i carry souls both day and night
whose reflection no longer stares in awe
of the terror underneath our feet
spread the WLS
adentro
mirror in my eyes
i haven’t seen in years
there’s been a silent blindness
blocking off my sight
the heart she braces
my inward glance
poppies gold and red
flicker in the wind
a lock of tender hair
across my face
a smile greets the come what may
pupil to pupil reflecting back
truths in simplicity
spread the WLS
fish eye
at first view i sparkled like a sinking blade in the sullen opal ocean
coming closer into the blinding dark a she Sun rose
open there i was to the cataract lens of luminescent death gaping mouth uttering finally nothing
my armored scales resplendent no more were plucked away with the dance of she wind’s torrential hair while absence in my marrow was shivered
my bones were to be the same of Jonah’s host and handler
prophet spitter
the hooks have gotten thicker
on the surface of my mind
