Tater Trot

White lace cascading to red, frayed at the edge of the tablecloth at teatime With small jet black tea cups to ornately decorate and crowd on the dime The bowl of sugar brought over to you by a hostess like an alabaster mime Watch her guide your frail ensnared hand as she sundered off a…

Layers of verdant curling Reed’s around its neck With its eyes like specs of moss ridden coal Dancing around and with the blooms of daisy and clover It’s head of onion sways to one side cottonless as it leaves a speck A distraction as its hiding under the bushes safe from everything in the wellhole…

The branches swaying briskly under the sun’s gleaming pyre Each leaf in place as they cast down like goldfish in a waterfall Curtain of green coating every fibre they can a perfect hiding place The tree itself fading white just like the secrets below it’s gnarled root I great looms shading away every from the…

Cold shivers down my base and spines in a cold olive lachrymose Pricking needles from the deep azure sky a needle a burr in comatose Weaving a sweet dirge in a loom of nightly bliss and sanded filamentose Like the hair of an angel herself the desert blesses the dying with a curled primrose Not…

My eyes glaze over why aren’t you here? I wish for you but you never blow through Like a meadowlark with nail stapled into its wings too You lie on your hands a foul bristled spear My bleeding too far gone leaving in my eyes a steer Your intent so obviously white and clear You…

Misty powder blue graces my cheekbones So Pale and porcelain Like lace agate stones Watching the blue birds pass by In a lavender lead sky I’ll roam the gardens rich allium cones And pale blue wisteria falls in tones I’ll smell the lilacs in the sky’s birch thrones And the garden seeds slips wry Only…

A sweet melody carols from your caring Yellow jackets in your eyes with lyres buzzing Blues in your eyes contrast summers yellowing Like bright daffodils drowned as its flooding Or a nap in the morning goldenrod rays press Each of my keys to brighten up the days Your honeysuckle voice lacking deserved praise I’ll always…

Pink Lemons fall from trees not yet verdant And sycamore’s twisting like a serpent Seeping the work in the sun Cerise nap and then your done Layered the world in pink as your servant

My days are numbered so little and so few I know And I’m destined to never be able or worthy to grow But I sit here wanting like a harvests famished crow Just wishing I could go past my tripwires When I don’t even know what they are or where my dreams go to perspire…

A nest of bones and boards holds me down Creaking in my hollow head echoing is endless I pull my ribs out to tie the endeavour I’d love to sit and stay a while with you Live in my bones and maybe you’ll love me too Please I’m begging you don’t leave me for a…