Light That Haunts Shadows

I think it was
gallons of harmonics, shifting the air,
or seeing deep anxiety, superficial
aching stains of neon perfection,
(in my attempt to comprehend the
consequence, the product of crafted
matter between your eyes) that furthered

this snaking weightlessness


the apricot ivy of fingers, toes tapping,
bridging the plasma of feelings desensitized
by the slaving man's owner, Realism--
joyful concept treasures, disintegrating
in acid rain, wonders that die before
the first fall of winter, the little things
in you that button up tight when the right
pair of eyes trickle with light
that haunts shadows,

all that's deemed strange, useless,

in a boy's mechanical

Universe.

August in a Snow

Finding August in a snow
(flake that pinches tightened cheeks)
plucks an honest, silent woe
that dyes the blue-black-haired in bleach.

Strung amidst the atomic hush,
(words that hide in hunted trees)
one cannot shake the simple must
while moon peels the orange eve.

Those Pisces lips deal heavy hands,
in bandaged, sallow eyes of sleep,
'til sun finds Pisces an empty man,
and little wonders left to keep.

somewhere

"Sink my bones
in the shallowest moat,"
I heard Ella say,
dressed to the nines--
with her shoes untied,
flowers for eyes, and
glass palms full of sand
slipping through two hands.

We owned no castles
to paint on easels
but if we did, I'd know
it was her magic lie,
with walls so high
they brushed heaven's tide

where they swept up a smile
lost somewhere
in the desert.