a window desires nights darkness
filling up the form
rising
stalking a thirst like jewels

Yana

Slick black frames
rest on a wide
snub nose

A tergo
"Wolfs snout"
Vision Dreamer
the harsh cheap
market cigarettes
dangles from
the mouth of
Yana

Furrowed dark
brows
summer storms

Bubba is a good ol' boy
who lives not far away
in his life he finds much joy
in an unusual way.

You see Bubba knows everybody
that you might think to mention
('specially after a night toddy
which dilutes his attention).

A friend of his got tired of this
NO one can know everyone
So he decided he'd fix this
and shut up the favorite son.

Castle black; of ashes
Burning on a swamp of fire
withholding self-
And 'em stones and saphire
One fall a thousand feet
Lies in ruin a temple and shire
A Priest rests in grave
Breathing smoke from the pyre
His eyes closed-
Wearing a face of gold
In his wake lies the tomb
Of years young and old
With a tear he awakes
To witness a weather so cold
Wither and then he aches
With the dread one beholds.
In shadow he awaits
For the need of a blue sky

Abstract,
Pretty faces,
Midnight races,
Foreign places,
Caught in the bustle of this craziness,

Lost in translation,
Is an understatement,
Of a state of mind so tragic,

Magic,
That's the feeling,
Lights of the main street,
So blinding,
Foreign girls,
So intimidating,
Breathing,
Getting heavy,
Cool breaking,
Now I'm faking.

But the wind is so gentle,
So I mellow,
A midst the vapor,
Emotions taper,