Pink, Orange, Moon and Stars


Still and picturesque, swells and collapse
A backdrop of everlasting fire
Of mantles, veils and cloaks
Pinprick eyes of a thousand gods
Awash in infinite longing
Beg Lady Midnight lift her skirt
And send them all their waking slumber
And send them all their gold-orbed rest
And send them all their unadorned, azure sleep.
Lord Twilight peddles wares tonight
Star-scape pendants emblazoned white
With the traversing, patterned sameness
Of eternal heat.
There with the unenduring sojourners
A stillborn faith flat-lines while yet awake
And miracles birthed of fathomless breath
Streak sonnets 'cross the forever sky,
Giving mortals turn to wish
Entreat, entrap my love with yours
As we wait for Avalon's kiss.

Tendrils of Insanity

Whisked about the frothy madness
Of the addled and Antaean mercury
That siphons the alchemy within;
That which beats within the breasts of beasts
And twice within the chests of men.
Ah, but the fates are loud tonight
Those bringers and revelers of chaos
Intermittently feral the saints march
In concussed, percussion steps
As if on the stroke of witching hour
Your loyalty falls to eldritch ire
To be replaced with the yellow stains
Of temerity, stench of tremulous fear
Oh and how . . . are you looking closely?
With leaps of roiling grace
With gifts of slight of hand
Breached yet unassailable
Nigh but unapproachable
Surreptitiously revealing cards
Iris glazed, with malice hidden in the sleeves
And oh, but what are we, what are we . . .

We walk were angels fear to tread.