Funeral Flowers

Nonsensical, since the day the illusion was conceived.

An American haunting.

Where homeless funeral flowers, long since dead and gone…

Are the only remnants left for a breaking dawn.

 

Perhaps, a ‘song of silence’ could be how to truly run away from me.

This watchful adjustment, travels great heights.

Forms an ache around my feet.

Stares at me…from the backseat.

And, the only retreat?

An occasion fitful sleep.

 

In the gray lace to an ivory cloud.

You take hold.

The ‘perhaps of life’…

Occurring more often than I had once been told.

Thus…

Your haunting.

Your notions…

Will stay with me until I am beyond old.

“The residual of Catholicism, hangs off me.  Like a veil of cigarette smoke.  The fear?   Who or what will judge me next!”

Littering Love

Littering with Love

“red hair is caused by sugar and lust.”  ― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
“red hair is caused by sugar and lust.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

Elusive and tactile
Crisped daily
New moon and cleansing dawn.
A step down upon burdened…
forgotten subtly sinful paths.

Lending hands out
of the past.
Lending hands with
broken lip lash.

Did it not make you feel
smooth with love’s storm?
Did it not it make you feel

People who substitue love for comfort...will have a lonely funeral
People who substitute love for comfort…will have a lonely funeral

forbiddingly warm?

Haunting human hues of
distant light sight.

Lending helping human kind
Lending helping hope…
with things that go bump
in the night.

Does it not make you feel like
you could walk one more guided step…
in?
Does it not make you feel like
breathing in?
Does it not make you feel like she is
where you can begin again?

Lending, helping, littering love
Lending, helping, littered love

“People are never perfect, but love can be. ”  ― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
“People are never perfect, but love can be. ”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker