Task 79 Nostalgia

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?

Poem #99 time to time echoes into all our day

Mystery of his heart course on forever

Long try in vain to hidden self

Eloquent will no more

Inward striving thousand nothings

time to time echoes into all our day

This is rare beloved eyes a loved voice

Forever phantom upon his face

Monday Written over intimacy

Places of doubtful nothing

Haunted  and gone

twisted hills of unfamiliar men

your pathway strays in old days we still had

warm leafless dreaming

Poem #98 blond girl, locks, flats, darting

lies some loss of habits blindfold

companion too rare but once

with me my shepherds unblessed

storms their passing

like blossoms red fallen I heard

volleying through the raining and tossing breeze

Too quick fragments shine dreaming

blond girl, locks, flats, darting

Trembling by come back

A strain the world

Easy access

Lilly white blushing faces

Literary Theory: Deconstruction Theory

Poem #81 Strong Eyebrow Game

Directed digressions

holds an audience

A recent youth

wilting flower in a sidewalk crack

No, parishioner

A peppered morality

Eating fatty fries by the freeway

Often credited with a smile 

Only signed his first name

paper horizon of the seven Sins

no  prudence

no  justice,

no temperance

no courage

but a pompadour hairstyle

makes Amateur street photography

on the toilet

With a Varsity jacket

and a strong eyebrow game 

Poem #77 Honest smile

In my life, he was famous at the time

Remember trust blue besides

Daily machinations

Buried hope under work

Remember my eyes blue besides

Buried inside my mind

Remembering lies

That I could not see

An honest smile 

Poem #68 In Days of Molten Blue

blue daunt lessons in disgust

learning to see out

reeling ins of summers window

and taste butterflies endless kisses

swing till saints turn the door

Landlords of the debauched sun

tipperd out spooning hats

tears old comfort and motivation

winning time to weep

stumbled eyes relentless silent

drop that crying fear

in days of molten blue 

Poem #67 Here Slept The Garbled Know

here slept the gabled known

 The bed feebler than then

he unweaponed reclined,

Thought it lie against me

banquet of comfort

a hero’s train to promise

under man to wield any

 up hand heavens mound

this house remembered

the grim ones mine. 

Poem #42 Single men sometimes fall behind . . .

single men sometimes fall behind

trouble walking in front

guns begin anything you sees

take my fun rouge pickin’

a woman the wife of an ill omen

white with a ,lot of aggie sin

Older than me like a mother

ordered in a tidy life

buying yellow teacup

they play can’t wait to be lied about

give way to natural good hating

impostors to knaves the things you stood and built

one heap turn of your begging’s

a word your heat long hold

exile will virtue wake with common hurt

none too much distance everything more

flatten words with false promises

so to make mornings bright

and broken nights

fools broken worn out tool

dealt in lies

you can dream

every once in a while

pitch and toss off all your wings

hold on

if all men count. 

Poem #27 My Body

A window lock three girls chasing me

sweaty rim partially open

bottom gravel

air gone

ground through thick cold

frozen garden

Diffused with hope

a careful noiseless morning

rising from images of life

feminine tame more beastly revenge

bleed at whose end no trees grow

lock old nice game my hands burning

of the toilet looked down at this end

empty everything feel anything

they don’t turn at the glass doors

Sire solemn not to the look to thorough

when on the other powers companionship stands

its face tame of the image it gave

race of one’s everything,

seeping through the holding . . .

Poem #19 Accidents

A note from my bicycle

Dismounted stood there on the arm

Of my last ear

My eyes open disappearing

Took out half a dozen angels

A warning sign.

Smelling oranges

In the breezeway

Till I felt a sudden fear.

A cry, a shout, and suddenly I was here.