Sunshine
dressed in grey
–every day
layer upon layer
of sea mist
doesn’t lessen burn
–on the contrary—
it burns to a more serious degree
that heavy, shrouded star
–leaves scars.
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Faerie Good Ending
July 20, 2017 
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the Modern Day Faerie
must believe in
her tail. . .
without backward glance,
rudimentary flicking,
or circular chasing,
this weaver of dreams
knows her once upon a time
is also her end
–a skipping through
woulds,
coulds,
shouldn’ts ,
and
didn’ts
to the
house of the wolf
(most avoid)
the trend-conscious faerie
travels through dead of Knight
without shield
or Shade–
–or she is no faerie at all
.she’s pretend.
a double negative since faeries
are what
make believe
.is.
(if she can’t, you can’t either)
spelled correctly, or not,
it amounts to some of it. . .
and sum of it
is never enough
–unless those calculating
are mathematic genius, and
ethical all at once
–an oxymoron if ever there was one
(as any true faerie knows)
the It faerie of moment
is well aware of all that’s physical
–a creature of ID, and cornerstone
of dwelling, she delegates it
to what is base
— as base is. . .
a shower, sh*t, and shave scenario
if faeries did such things, which
–as you suspect—
faeries don’t.
the Modern Day sprite
disdains connections. . .
scrapping screenplay
to foil would-be muggers
she rights reels, nevertheless,
generally the more
since this up-to-date Imp is altogether
more present than
the gifted
–propelled by GPS
forward.
Some Dials
July 19, 2017 Comments Off on Some Dials
Revising
day,
Reclaiming hours,
I renamed chunks
to suit–
the mourning
AM
augured ill
–I deemed
it after moon…
the always sunrise
so conceived
was verity foretold.
Found afternoon
a lazy term,
that tells me what it’s not.
Meridians
are vital paths
to soul beyond
the dream,
with Posts & signs, I then assigned
new map to setting sun. . .
‘til leveling the
disparate pair at
twilight
–good and bad–
thus evening,
unsettling,
with cyclical
locution.
Eventually…Truffles
July 18, 2017 Comments Off on Eventually…Truffles
I right
until all that’s wrong
disappears
like
towns receding
in rear view mirror
the territory before me
hides history
revealing
blue
that’s found in grey
silver
lining mist
green
defying
auto-correct
as breadth
that threatened
–narrows
A Less Wonderland
July 18, 2017 Comments Off on A Less Wonderland
trapped in
Wonderland
the cat seems less friendly
the bottles
have no messages
the cakes are mass
produced
and the Hatter
–missing C
is madder than before. . .
Same Difference
July 17, 2017 Comments Off on Same Difference
men will not
pen bodice rippers,
ripped to nip
it’s more the zipper
— –fly– —
your guy
is still romantic,
just not aboard
a mock Titanic.
His light fantastic
might involve,
the horizontal
–after all
the same intent
as steamy novel,
but not dressed up
in tawdry twaddle.
The bloom he offers
just might be,
a rushing flush
to both your cheeks
as such negating
need for vase
you can’t stuff stems
of bloom on face
so rest assured
though he may not–
write you sonnets
on the spot,
he thinks & feels
the same as you,
all mushy, gushy
—slightly blue.
C’lover
July 17, 2017 Comments Off on C’lover
I wanted to believe
in the whole 9 yards again
–regarded window
without glass–
lacking screen
and picked defense
(in reflection without backing)
I detected green
–in brown—
& growth
–once more—
and flowers some call weeds
wilting & unwatered
I gardened, then,
stripped poison oak
from
morning glory
planting dandelions
next to oxalis
–in all 9 yards I saw.
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