Eluding Elucidation

To supress

Is to hold


Spring which

Digs into my skin


Better should I

Release the

Tension, understanding

I have no comprehension

Of where this artifact may fly


I wish I could

Swallow it like a seed

That it may take root

In the soil beneath

My sternum

That it may be me, and I it

And yet

Remaining unchanged


But it is spring steel

And I will be free of only

The broken teeth I spit


The state I wish to obtain

And describe

And taste and feel

Is on my tongue’s tip


Perhaps tomorrow

Is the day I might attain it

Otherwise I shall need to

Continue abstaining from it





Acknowledged in your periphery

Would you like to know just what I see?

Things worn and polished and amortized

They are worthless if not practical

Distractions from what needs realized

Polish your heart from getting too dull

Your eyes; windows to the inside

Your mouth, a beloved roused to battle

Your hand shushing for a lullaby

One or two things are what you might need

Accomplish the monumental task

Hoard and ration your energy

The go-to captor who will be asked

Haste to the wall that love be free

Monochrome suits the time for the last

Be the quiet camouflaged striker

The rogue spy who will be the usher

Of the beloved who had no savior


Art Lover

I beg accommodation to my longing

No evil shall I commit

I will remain a pauper, art lover

Celebrated only in the distant future

Remaining on the distal side of the red velvet rope

Supported by shiny brass stations

Visiting often

A pilgrimage embarked upon at an instant

Its destination the wing dedicated to you

Unprofaned kinship

Standing forever, so long as I remain

Pauper forgotten

Unable to secure an acquisition

Be it honorable or ill-gotten


The Pearl Earring


One second you are here

The next you are gone

A meteor

Lighting the stratosphere

This place belongs to you

You belong here

You own everyone

Within these barriers

They are the blanket you toted when young

Wringing out the nursery rhyme fears

Unflinching and unchanged they remain

Give yourself to the void within these walls

Which distill a rare love from outside

Siphoned, filtered, reduced

Shaken down, concentrated compactly

Cease from remaining other-earthly

But rather allow yourself to be

Cherished and beloved

A tree planted firmly



Peasant Vintner

Nowhere to be seen

Nowhere to be heard

Tucked away safely

Elsewhere offered safety

The wine is not ready

Though I stand with hammer steady

Sunspots from head glistening

Eager to strike cask

That savored be its wave crimson

Daring produce a standard

Though just a peasant

Which aspires to trained palette pleasant


That you might let yourself be found

That you might let yourself be found


Did you hear of the peasant who dared

Produce fruit of the vine of a master?

It turned out to be a disaster

Peasant am I, unable to produce good wine

Though I find no good reason

To postpone the miracle 

For a more favorable season

Eagerly my feet undress

Happily stomping to prepare the most noble of elixirs

Ever to be held by full spectrum


That you might let yourself be found

That you might let yourself be found