Not Quite Moonlight

Not Quite Moonlight


My right leg's got the stutter,
And my left leg's got the swing,
The concrete has got the glimmer,
The imaginary sheen,
And the jazz is perfect,
For a moment,
Just in time.
And suddenly I am at the gate,
Red light,
Yellow light,
Green light,
And over the hill I coast,
With an exhilarated anticipation,
And then back down again.
Around the corner like a snake,
Slithering in the grass,
And the ones in front of me,
Like dust as I approach,
Soon forgot as I round the corner,
And into the space,
With a jolt and a jar,
I rock back and step out,
It's not the right key,
But who cares?
There'll be another.
My shiny silver modicum,
Inserted into the hole,
As the darkness surrounds me,
And I am enveloped,
With familiar scent and sight,
But it's fine as I sit.
To bring it all home,
And enjoy the moment,
And reflect.
She was awkward,
It was perfect for a moment,
And I wonder,
Imagine.


Invino Veritas
7/31/13
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Distractable You

Distractable You

All of the glory but none of the pain,
The same old story again and again,
Hammering nails into coffins thus laid,
Provide no burden for services paid,
Bearing no roses for cousins unknown,
Grants no such honor from seeds that were sown,
Nor entitles certain proclivity,
To abandon cause for civility,
To disregard the rule of decency,
In response to dockets of regency,
Nor gives impetus for separation,
Of flanks in the war for federation.
   For it is with our brothers united,
   That injustices shall be requited.


Invino Veritas
7/19/13
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Untitled

Untitled

She is a vase,
Made of crystal and cream --
Smooth and soft,
Fluffy like chick down,
And dominating the lines,
Leading to the base of her flower,
That is her smile and gaze.

She is plastic,
And I am her current dream --
Crude and set aloft,
From whence am blown,
When no such sun shines,
To reveal places in the shower,
Where the sun plays.

Yet she and I are steam,
Behind her I stream --
Strewn about her toft,
And she in glittering glass shown,
When the memories are mine,
And I muse of remembered power,
On rain-filled days.


Invino Veritas
7/11/13
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