Warrior
Ivory clad and magnificent
Ivy wreathed, nearly intangible
A Swordsman steps through discarded bodies
And wrought iron works of man
Half buried and sinking into the mire
Of some war’s aftertaste
He plucks a gleaming silver coin
From an open ribcage
Pocketing it, proceeding
His feet barely indent
The soaked, mossy soil
The men beneath
Cutting the mist
Inhaling the miasma
These people were not his
Their joys, toils, silver coins
Will sink and slink away
‘Till only blooms replace them
Stopping to reflect
The swordsman places the coin
In the fog
Where it hovers
Glinting in the twilight
A moonbeam in a spiders web
The Warrior, obstinate,
Glints back
And continues forward
Away
Away
Basking in forgetfulness
When I’m Gone
Who will brush the cobwebs from your eyes
Who will lift your blanket from the snow
Who will flush away your palest lies
Who will shift your tangled silken bow
Who will harmonize your matchless cries
An opera of gently falling dust
Who will sing you silent lullabies
Throats without the honour of your rust
Who will hold the tongue you tantalize
Envied is the holy heart you crave
I ask only once when you arrive
Kindly kiss the dewdrops off my grave
Caravan
Thank you for the invitation
To your lover’s caravan
I’m not the first and only
To anoint himself your man
I enjoy bleak perspective
Bringing up your heart’s caboose
I watch you dance the night away
Swinging from your noose
My quiet ruminations
Float to you each hour
It pains me to see these handsome bandits
Pluck your flowers
One Man played music
You fell into his lap
Not guessing for a moment
That the piper laid a trap
Picturesque Photographers
Brush rouge upon your cheek
Have they ever seen a woman
They didn’t want to tweak?
Sportsmen sprinted circles
‘Round your festival of meat
Fail to match their pace be left
With only bloodied feet
Some Men purchase candy
Succulent and sweet
You feed from palms with rotten teeth
Is your diet complete?
I beg you keep exploring
I beg you lead the way
You know that I will follow
I have nowhere else to stay
You are my Lady Atlas
Your shoulders sore and broken
Burdened so by earthly love
I give you a mere token
A reminder that I see you
I ask only for your ear
Let me aid in wrangling
All the lives you steer
I’ll still be hitched behind you
Although this was not the plan
I still thank you for the invitation
To your lover’s caravan
Lighthouse
One day I’ll live in a lighthouse
Far out on the coast
Replace my closet’s skeletons with ghosts
I’ll huddle on the balcony
Wrapped in warm white wool
Fending off the ocean’s pull
On clear nights I’ll stare at the stars
Wondering if they’re the galaxy’s scars
And how the Earth must look from Mars
When I turn on the light
In my final monsoon
I just might outshine the moon
Night Owls
I’m here with
Shock-top chancellors
Swinging from chandeliers
Ransacking sunsets
Off a few drags
And two beers
We are
Dartboard Lotharios
Amplified Queers
Whirling as
TV shows talkers
Spit lies
In our ears
We are
Aimless Aristocrats
Fire-forged fools
Sucking down
Skirt steaks
Rewriting rules
We float through
French windows
Batten the pool
Comprehend consciousness
Ignoring soul
We’re good guys!
We promise!
Bunnyhopping bike lanes
Our women are rowdy
Our ladies are tame
Radical, Rascally
Waving our flags
I’m going to yak
Baby, please
Hold my bag
Skeletal, sensual
Shouldering gear
Only concerned
If our chariot’s near
Pompous, Impetuous
Full to the brim
Moaning through midnight
Discovering skin
Haunted, despondent
We fill up our cups
Never admitting
It’s never enough
Perplexed by the paradox
Drawn on each face
The illusion was shattered
We conceded the race
Overstaying its welcome
The evening dragged on
We were only
Night Owls
Waiting for dawn
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