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Earl Grey
Where the clouds drop
and dip into the streets
they find mystery;
city blocks that disappear
as a tree felled against the river
carried away with it’s rage
dragged beneath the surface.
In slow drama
the world becomes a blank face
wholly unforgiving.
From within the current
we can only ask
“is this what always has been,
blinded by a sea of clouds
severed from the world?”
The city
through the fog can only reply
in a hurried whisper secreted away,
“All dreams die in the sun.”
English Channel in Late Spring
A cold wind is blowing – across blue mysteries
where fabled depths are made – with dreadful histories
the fog that hides our shores – honest beyond distance
reminds us there is more – than water’s resistance
Those sunken tragedies – speak to us in the mist
like lost souls rekindled – struggling to persist
to have their stories told – in hidden waves crashing
a song of desperate need – sung with somber splashing
Gulls and hearts hear those words – cry out in harmony
though the mind binds their mouths – and call it larceny
Why should time take those things – we enjoy in life now
and give them to the past – that we have disavowed?
Those far off shores stay hid – behind veils of regret
while we must remain here – on all our sides beset
by the antiquities – of an empire long dead.
From those sober ashes – we always look ahead.
1999
On the knifes edge of gray
sirens call out through the fog
the sound is everywhere
yet always running away.
A dog barks
an angry snap to it – hunger
the pads of its feet slap
heavy rain against the concrete
if not for the nails scratching with every lift.
The siren is blaring
it drowns out the dog
save for the scratching Thick fog like white darkness
I know not where to run
Only that I must
to life – to death
my footfalls drown in the sound of that distant siren.
An Evening Fog
Loud laughter echoes in the night
turmoil ripping through sober thoughts
the tranquil air thus met with blight
to bare the yoke that madness sought.
Beneath this burden I was caught
trying to connect sound with sight
while in my mind a war was fought
loud laughter echoes in the night.
It consumes me with such great fright
threads of sanity frayed and fraught
all the sense and reason taking flight
Turmoil ripping through sober thoughts
the joyous sound reaps what was wrought
as evening overcomes twilight
darkness becomes a juggernaut
the tranquil air thus met with blight
strikes me like a meteorite;
suddenly I am me but not
the truth inside is held down tight
to bare the yoke that madness sought
dim enough to have been forgot
though behind the mind it shines bright
and bricks can birth the Argonaut
just split thine head to release the light.
Loud laughter echoes.
Grow Gray With Me 