A symphony of destruction broke into this heart
(a firm grip)
Which wasn’t available to remark
Due to insubstantial evidence;
Lack of memory.
Foreboding like distant clouds of electricity,
A smile lept into a place of fear
Which departed like a slick lover
Amidst heated darkness.
To which the happy couple waltzed on,
Around and around until fire held the lover’s
Freshly waxed mustache and
Used-car-garage-black dancing shoes
(no scuff marks),
Turned fast lindy hop
Which left our heroes glistening
(jacket casually over shoulder)
Upon a midnight jaunt
About the seaside boardwalk
Amidst leftover lovers and fellow romancers
(deeply involved).
Tag: midnight
Lemonade (day 1307)
Being able to take over the heart of an ancient soul was creating pressure within the young boys heart.
He saw wisdom, he saw truth, but he also saw the windows of time shift from opportunity to rest, from an ounce of hope to pains that lifted one awake shortly after midnight.
A silent lake was a window.
Like glass, a heart is precious; always suspended at the edges of tomorrow picturing faint smiles and implied intentions.
Here the young boy clutched tightly to his grandmothers pointer finger, understanding conscious kindness in her forever eyes that always found his quietly.
They were together often for this reason, but also her lemonade tasted like sweet nectar.
He would remember this as time would slowly reduce rations of nectar but still filled full with every bit of love.
Only mid-summer’s sun and a lazy bumblebee were present as Grandma smiled and laid her head against the sun chair, closing her eyes.
The young boy drew a shape of a heart on the dusty table top before he walked down the steps and out into the yard where he found his foot soldier, Rusty, the valiant family golden retriever that kept watch over the young boy while Grandma rested her smiling heart – shaded, but in the sun.
Daffodils at Midnight (day 1301)
Daffodils start bleeding from my heart
In a slow waltz on repeat.
Here I yearn for my midnight sequence
That has pushed me to my pointe,
To this elegant embrace, eternally romantic,
With no leftovers breathing hopelessly
As night gets turned down low.
A midnight candle’s glow.
Bright Workings (day 1299)
Rhythm and love shakes me.
Feeling and all of it makes me.
Haven’t been down lately.
Are you coming around, baby?
Can you feel me inside nighttime,
Like glitter in these light wines.
I’m a fountain of love baby,
You’re shaking all over tonight lines.
Feel me, as emotion entangles,
Setting fire to stage that surrounds me.
See this town as electric midnights
That strangle blackness from tonight.
Mistaken (day 1297)
Mistaken identities reel me,
They collapse my reason
And shuffle my logic into
Tiny boxes that are overflowing
And upset and forgotten,
Lisping away in the corner
With curse words and condemnations.
I filter my logic on some days,
Letting it roll over me in a
Slow head nod with raspberry pudding.
But in the end of most of these days,
I’m still left reeled: reeling.
Misunderstood and forgotten,
Turned away at the door,
Catching my breath and lying awake
At midnight, mistaken.
Freezing Darkness (day 1268)
Where do we pass;
Like fire
Slowly breathed
In cold night’s darkness.
I am a sentinel,
I am a midnight choir
Singing lonely at
Half past midnight.
But longness
Isn’t innocent,
Silently gliding
Around glowing lights,
Freezing hearts
And scaring darkness.
At Midnight (day 1224)
Fine lines that walk
Here to there,
Little devils dancing
Everywhere.
I’ve got the eyes of
A loaded gun,
Underwear and panties
Everyone.
Shiggle-bum shiggle-bum
The land of sun,
Emptiness and hollowness
Midnight drum.
Hope and What’s Lost (day 1213)
It’s no longer a crazy game
Of hand feeding hand.
Lust is not lost and
Games never end.
But look, it’s midnight.
My eyes have become swollen
With misery and trying,
And I’m loosing the edges
Of my bitter plan
For tomorrow.
I never hoped for you,
I never crossed my fingers
And bled questions into my
Well worn Tarot cards.
Here I was lost.
No. Here I wasn’t lost,
But it was here that
I began to remember
Who had soiled these sheets
With kindness and piss.
I cannot discover pleasure
Lurking behind bass cabinets.
I cannot look any longer
Into the abyss of your eyes.
Midnight Dancer (day 1188)
A pull – this forever moment;
Yearning midnight moon.
To tie dangling laces around my neck
That drip about the floor
Tangling deepest desires – honey thick,
With unending silence
Echoing off my midnight grace.
I handle tip-toes with heaving breath,
Twirling dazedly in passion’s clutch
And remembering concert halls
Echoing my nothing butterflies,
Vibrant and fleeting
– My dancer’s death –
Upon well traced wooden floors
And my forever midnight moon.
A Summer Fling (day 1156)
Last drops of day amplified
By a sweet fringe of gold
Hovered dangerously close
To skin so tempered
Of a midsummer nymph.
Rings of fire shrieked;
Lost breath halted thought
While the dancer tiptoed about
Like a midnight rehearsal.
