Line. Shade. Smudge.
Temptation of reliving pain
Poisons the unknown.

An undiscovered road,
Lead infused,
Drafts vivid memories,
Sinking between old and new.

New ideals
Attempt to compensate wounds.
Yet, internal wickedness
Contaminates growth.

Encapsulated emotions
Blur reality,
Distorting what’s to come.

With patterns redrawn
From sunrise to sunset,
Convergence remains,
And release from the past unmet.

his eyes were grills of cinnamon
now open to see a wonder of fencing
horribly polished chromes - the struggle,
the tusk of fallen stars, primus when the flesh become
shadows.In nocturne near futility of fragrance
amok the censers spectacle; before he started
his journey, his wife washed his feet, with her hair
but now, time to time, he roams, seeking refuge, Odysseus
undead while the feet agitate threadbare stumps
stars of the kingdom for the falling drought rain dancers.

repellant of the first foot out meteorite
in place of govern nonexistence. a sprinters cell
lacking the revelation for craters of cesspool
grafts,but impacts as a plume of ash
for sure clue chanced traces of thine dinosaur
upwelling of mound fissures clips grit shadowed
evaporite sulphates latinate of a doubled aggro
some fashion to call airy the merger
patrol ships on the cloud moist highway
sprite the sandals and garden closets
red of the repine rosy, our blood specter

It's been, oh maybe, twenty years
since last I came this way.
Or maybe it was yesterday.
Time goes quickly, it's hard to say.

My rod's with me, I'm here to fish
in mountain waters running clear and white
in hope this setting will diminish
memories of loss ere comes the night.

So I stop beside a stoney riffle's pool
tie on a fly, I hope to match the hatch
then wave my rod, my wand, my tool
and lock my thoughts up with a latch.