Unlocked.
Chased away from all the rooms in the house
By ghosts that will not share
I’m left with the garden shed
Puttering and pondering
Kicking my heels up in the dust
Of forgotten gardens and beds
Is there a way to excise the threat
Or to find comfort
In the unexpected, the gluttonous
The spectre that wants to claim all
When I take the chance
And return at dusk
Will I haunt the halls like the forgotten
Or will I be the one
To throw open the windows
To breathe fresh life starting again
only when thought was almost away
did it make sense
he could taste her
despite the distance
she could hear him
through words on a page
their own music
the backdrop
for the delicious dance
there was no beginning
and the end spiraled outward
beyond reason
so they could remain
locked in a coil
of sweet torture
Rushing down the devil’s own highway
trying to catch the moon
as it plays tag with the sky
Wouldn’t want to miss the dance
as we battle with tongues
and every wit we can muster
Passing through ghost towns
filled only with dusty dreams
and out of tune player pianos
Can’t stop feet from tapping
and fingers snapping
to the wailing moans of singing ghosts
Running free to a new hybrid
forged from mettles of old men
and drawings of young girls
No stopping progress
trains of thought
or free verse pouring
No circling back to collect souvenirs
the dust from each town will suffice
a painted garden of remembrance
late summer afternoon
haze almost swallows me whole
early crickets and late birds
vie for role of killer sound
eyes flattened shut
are pried open to cyan color trees with a silver sky
and the breeze tries to soothe
but only fans the open flames
want threatens to consume
daydreaming my nightmares away
until the fantastic remains
echoes of touch and taste
threaten to overwhelm
pushing me to forget the now
and exist only in the shadow of embraces
long ago lost
Better than the tangy sea
Sultry elixir
Hold me til there’s no more left
The Word Rummager 