Three Poems

[Honermen]

I saw you below the church bell
Flowers in hand you entered the cemetery

Paying remorse . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Indiscretions,
Vast and sour.

Bags emptied onto our porcelain table,
White Mountains in sight . . .

Off to the races.







Opiate sparks
Waking,
In a field of poppies

Floating above . . .

below

Touch the hand , , , , , , (white)

Fall to sleep,
Cup your breast . . . . . .
And fly







Highways

Bags filled to the brim

Smoke filled

Cast iron

Towards Distant Hours

In miles I run . . .

 

[Honermen]

Two More

Giants rose…

Fixed unto light I sigh

Glass. . .

Spaces filled by r
e
d
dance . . .

On my stage I wait . . .








I can’t move my eyes,


Into deep shades of purple . . . so clean

“Eyelids breathe my
Palms into wooden
Crosses . . .”

Stars gaze,
And reach unto light,
Operas float . . .
away towards the sun . . .




Any feedback is welcome.

 

[kazza_baby]

i like your style.
simple, yet vivid

 

[Honermen]

Laid on the sofa couch nodded into candles on life support too far away in Brooklyn in Chicago in Rome in the palm of your hand . . . passed away faded and remembered I miss a shot my abscess weeps my artery cries but I stand tilted . . .and under a tree in Elm City

Finish later . . .