A- bomb absent to God
present star’s floating light.
Back-cross wears nothing
naked to silence.
Cemeteries count the dead.
Ready for civilization.
Clamshells for bullets.
Masks made from cedar dome.

Draft- horse mermaids polishing
shoes, silver in their eyes.
Velcro imagination.
Exposed butterflies.
Rainbows echo.
Countless earth bares
free life.

Frantic life.
Bloom referring to
beauty.
Judging colors.
Reformation from birth.
Recollect intermission.

Follow inner dreams.
Ravish shade.
Straddle the night’s stone.
Blind motionless sun.
Glazier angels glued.
Glossily disfigured shadows.

Red-leaf spring.
Eye-scope evacuation.
The ingredient is love.
Irritable summer.
Chaplain sweater.
Dialect rain.
Warmed- over heart.
Wearisome tear.
A starry-eyed valentine
spurred stardom’s knife.
Wounds of rape.
Molest the mirror.
Inner miserable defeat.
Modernism to ink.
The best lies are words.
My love I will drink you,
I will thirst you to die for . . .

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Silver Horse the Ride of Love.