E.T.

I played your guitar tonight

Katie tuned it after the thing

I’m like you

Can’t tune without a device

Anyway

Thanks for the guitar

Remember

You gave it to me when mine was stuck in a blimp hanger

in Tillamook west by god Oregon

Anyway

As I laid my head against the wood

I felt a calm

I heard the chord

My fingers danced in places they hadn’t been

I heard the song

Glad you’re here

weird man

really fuckin weirdET2

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Love

et3

I love you Blue

So very much

I’ll do my best

I hope it’s good enough

You

Goodness gracious

it’s gonna take me a while

to process this one

Give me a wink from time to time

I kind of like knowing you’re there

I love you

mutherfucker

 

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Fly Free

ET

E.T.

My dear friend

My brother

Gone from this earth

But not lost to those who loved you

Fly free now

You will remain as a twinkle in my eye

Old blue loves you

 

ET2

Luck be a lady

or hapless vagabond

stars wished upon

vanish on tear stained path

burnished wings

glazed by sun’s orbit

in homeward flight

to honalee

 

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Patchwork

patchwork

In my old chest a patchwork

not the comforting kind

made from hands long still

passed on to live in cedar sanctum

No

my patchwork a living trust

testament to breath of spirit

metronome of times marking

Once brightly patterned

sewn by youthful bounty

rainbow hues of primary palette  

stitched as afterthought

with promise forgotten

shown as feather in cherished cap

worn with billowed sleeve

only to be lost

on sandy shore

ripped and frayed by shifting gale

blanched pale by acid rain

 

As with all things cherished

love guides the mending hand

fingers vigilant

wary of shrouded thorn

stitch tight the tattered patch

pattern once boldly painted

now diverse with earthen hue

rich in the gracious light of passage

to the gentle waters of our mooring

Keyword: Pattern

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Last Call

bloody applephoto from pinterest.com

 

Careless entrail

strewn from forest branch

claret ooze

lies rusting in dawn’s lustre

spattered trail

of blood sated footprints

lead to sub terrestrial altar

safe from love’s harsh glare

 

Adam

pallid patron of time worn song

baleful balladeer

hides in shadow of moon lit stage

chanting daemon verses

strumming lust from hearts languid

tender bonne bouche

starved for death’s cold steel

 

Each night the chosen waits

breasts heaving in sheer ruffle

at back stage door

sanguine souls of fate’s exception

innocent but for want of pleasure

beguiled by siren song

they dance down forest path

hand in hand with their maker

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Mirror

Time

evil shylock

lustful lender of lies

masked predator

merchant of illusion

hero to those of tender age

oblivious

rife of supple flesh

restless they shuffle

in queue

insatiable

 

Fast Forward…

 

Duped by cryptic mirror

held firm in time’s grasp

minions once ardent

regaled in gleaming armor

of false reflection

march in faulting step

cracked and leathered

by the midday sun

spent and disillusioned

break rank and look homeward

 

Survivors

peaceful in the feathered gasp of sunset

at rest among the peaty moors of blood’s calling

at last can own youth’s folly

veterans of marathon

affirmed by unfeigned image

adrift in the brackish waters of mind’s musing

make amends with evil merchant

and flaunt their jagged scars

 

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The Swarm

Frozen frame

forever graven

enshrined to sacred memory box

marched out on moonless night

held tight for breathless moment

released for want of air

Your lips

parted in mute dismay

Your eyes

pleading absolution

Your hands

a lingering ache

wrenched timeless from my own

 

I withered impotent

as the swarm swept you away

mired in sand I watched

a rising star

caught in neon glare

swept to hungry sea

devoured by frenzied feeders

a feeble wave

an awkward blown kiss

tearful tokens

lingering traces

of the girl next door

 

Keyword: Swarm

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