Awoke to feel your voice seducing me
....................................mmmmmmm,
so sensuously.
Glancing, at th' hands
...
Finding the opaque prism,
Steering a bull by its horns,
Digging for water on Gobi,
Expecting peace in the East
...
Inside the womb of an Eastern breeze
Seraphim's fixed in wingless freeze
...
The Rush Of The Write & Wrongs In The Wee Morning Hours, By Window... _____________________________
Who say's Frank James Ryan can't get away
from the Dark, Dead & Dreary for 1 night?
...
So, tell me Mum, did'ya see th spark?
'Aye, lad...seems 'twas only yest'rday,
'uv the light that split th' bloody bark
whin' th' stork' touch'd Kellenwood Bay.
...
'Let sleeping dogs lie', is what they say,
whoever the hell these 'THEY' are;
And besides how I abhor all cliché-
...
Yellow orb veils the gravid Moon...
shocking the brains of the Earth,
lambs in fields, eyes to the sky,
they live by congenital presage;
...
Visited the Tomb of the Saints last week
at the catacombs, 'neath the River, Hudson,
Cracked cobblestone... carves its gruff path,
outer walls wrapped in pea-green moss,
...
Bending tree, subluxed from time,
and absent of friendship-
from its fellow nature, all gone now,
once neighbors intertwined as one-
...