Porch Lookout #2

 

Patterns in the clouds

run interference

 

sliver of the moon

sonic trail of crows

flutter of their wings

 

the sun

barely audible

inside your ears

inside your senses

 

crawling up your spine

shivering florescence

sounds glow

edge of twilight

 

white clouds

graying

orange tints

shapeshifting

 

sudden language

clicks and squawks

declare intent

 

ocean breeze

respite from sun

ends the day

beckons them

 

becomes me

resetting

anxious cycle

sets it in

 

digestion

the sky clears

darkens

as crows settle

the sun is down

 

MM 6/2021

Talk to the Hand

 

Public Domain, 1720, woodcut

Block-projection

into the stare

death on the other side

of this,

 

shambles set

leaves in wet concrete

crumbling paths launch

diminishing progress

 

words or two

syllables fall off the page

audible gasps

skyward scar surrounds

 

under water

sky chokes the airway

breath drawn

lower than the surface edge

 

lungs filled

sucked off the pipe dream

oxygen current

swept in a vacuum

 

we separate

razed along the path

charred remembrance

vegetation

 

MM 5/2021

The Mourning Sun

 

Great Western Railway, John C Bourne, 1846, Public Domain

Radiant energy

sun-bled-down

formation

rays

 

negative space

revocation

patterns cross

where pulses end

 

infinite state

duality

existence framed

in loops of feedback

 

reel to reel

the word details motion

photos read inscribed

precision

 

memoriam

descriptions of lives

mirrored before

passed eyes

 

given the sun’s

refraction

grafted upon

their roots

 

MM 5/2021

Dead Ellipsis

Public Domain Image

Afterwards

an ellipsis

you’re unclaimed in the link

 

memories of a tourist

together then

nestled in forgiveness

sins in wait

lay uncommitted

 

undertow

looked clear from here

so much to learn

such less to give

 

undertaken

out beyond breakers

fancied transcendental

floating back

in safety

 

the life you bought

pawns and currency

returned

 

MM 5/2021

It Stays With You

 

image - George Hodan, public domain

Left it in two places

seeds in your dreams

smoothness of skin

time suspends

withered word forecast

script fading

serrated

spoken lament

 

in separate lots

plied from the center

core, mounting tension

timeless touch

clamoring haze span

throwing shade

all in due time

 

no longer spoken

hands held plaintive

over blinded eyes

their story carved

in stitches

read elemental

bleeding in palms

 

no longer seen

ball gag biting

pressed tongue binding

seams that choke

swallowing

flowering

cusp of morning

 

feet down

 

MM 5.2021