Of love and an innocent moon

when pails filled with moonbeams

 

Sit on painted chairs in moon dust

and are cast upon

 

the world, i shall then write

of love

 

pulling words from heart shaped 

lockets on stars

 

laying in fields of midnight sky

you laying covered with dark purple poppies

 

my fingers beneath you caressing

as meadows do of wildflowers

 

my palms walk through moonlight

on your skin yearning to pick petals of color

 

i kiss the rose of your lips.

 

Copyright © 05/22/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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The money of dogs

Kick’d in wire mesh on a barn red 
alley screen door,
hang’n there like some kind’a 
rusted
vegetable can lid
dogs, they go in and out carry’n 
‘scratch’,
chalk-white powder fall’n off 
somewhere on a 
sidewalk,
kids play’n five square with it
’till dusk.
 
Dark street winds bend’n the 
night,
twist’n its arm into 
asphalt and
curbed tire marks
pedestrians walk with a walk 
measured 
in music,
railway cross’n arm on a street 
corner,
a ‘metronome.’
 
Razor sharp suit under a dimly 
lit city,
kiss’n the tip of 
her tongue,
blood boil’n underneath, she
brushes
his bottom lip with hers, fresh 
coat of lust
their emotions moving in
silent count,
long legs in black nylon wrap 
around
his waist,
‘grope des sex.’
 
A full moon veils itself like an
unwanted stranger,
except for a 
glimmer of light, the
night grows cold
a piano converted store front on
the corner of 
nowhere,
nobody, save one, now travels 
the length
of  ivories, doesn’t want to
‘get the air back’
much as railroad ties look for
a train,
he looks for the music.
 
Dull, dirty windows framed into
the listless
building,
a moonbeam rubs out circles in
glass and 
forgotten whispers
he with hat and a tired suit, twirl’n
his walk’n stick, 
waiting…
wealthy dogs come run’n on
deserted noise,
com’in to see him
coins are dropped into 1895 and
ragged rhythm
a vagrant crowd stops to listen, 
stares inside,
applaud. applaud.
 
 
Copyright © 04/09/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®
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row the boat ashore

low rolling ambitious clouds to cover 
impressions made by the
sun’s footprints, others
thirstily drink from a 
small pond of blue water,
a shirtless man 
hastily
rows a wooden boat, fears
of inclement weather
fears of drowning
fears of getting wet,
the moon is sinking; his body is
there while the event
takes place,
craters spill out moon dust, 
blustery winter on a mountain range
is blindfolded by 
the soot,
colours gray the prairie,
he cannot see from whence
he came, nor where he’s
suppose to be.

Copyright © 12/11/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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stay with me

we together bodies clinging, fingers gripping

sheets, pulling threads apart, exchange bodily fluids, 

lips kiss hard, run your tongue into

my mouth deep, into your back, my marks;

unfold my emotions as you cum, i pull your hair,

perspiration dripping, golden

droplets of orgasm;

saw you first through a looking glass

window, you touched my eyes,

i hungered for the feel, danced wet

in rain, you pulled up my dress, hand

on supple breasts, hand below

rubbing, me to elevate you,

carry me hot to soft bed,

stay with me.

 

you write my name on stars, you pour moonlight

into my soul; i climb into the vastness of

your being, i get wet from the liquid water,

the horizon of our love moors us

to twilight; i speak words, they are more

yours than mine, my heart breathes

to hear your voice, you unmask me

like morning dew to flowers

yearning for sunlight;

we wait for each other where windows

ache to be opened by

dreams in sleep, i am pure to quench

your intimacy, i will love you

forever,

stay with me.

 

Copyright © 08/24/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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a whisper through ice

slapped her with a weakened hand
while she drank red
wine from a
borrowed glass, in
moonlight,
she got thirsty
for a walk, shattered
windows scattered
fog through
old furniture, she sat drunk
in dust,

sleek shape and a poverty
of shadows hid
her behind
portions of sliding windows
and pieces of
a smile,
eyes recited no emotions
fingers breathed no
words,

she untied him like laces
on discarded shoes
in forgotten closets, moth cakes
drip down
and are eaten by blind
mice,

cursed him in French braid and
tired mascara,
color thread in 
soiled
sheets lay on tarnished
brass and impudent
sex,
his green eyes closed from
scowls and
pointed
fingers,

he cried dreaming awake
in solace,
cradled his tears in
wrinkled skin, whispered
through icy grass
and cold
blankets,

she licked her lips drowsily,
moisture impatiently
awaited like
suitcases in a bus terminal,
he woke up then,
“the time for lies is
over”
‘cats prowl for blind mice
in alleyways’
she questioned in the usual way,
she sat there unresponsive,
his silence made
a sound…

Copyright © 06/19/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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the fenced wide field level

frozen ground swell pushes unsplit rail
upwards to grasp a cold sun
 
barbed wire black as coal to sew 
unruly clouds, as one 
 
does to nuns yardsticked knuckles
 
grass ladened hills painted by amateur
artist hand skill 
 
gets an art show recognition as one
does in a gallery
 
hunters diminish  baa baa black sheep wool,
 
have not left one stone on one stone
unturned;
 
cattle rancher mends the fence along a
parallel line, 
 
like a french ‘ligne marginal’, stays on his
side of the wall perhaps,
 
but listens for the sheep rancher’s mending,
listens for the yelping dogs;
 
sheep farmer grasps one stone firmly,
comes through a wood,
comes through a dark
 
lifts up a kitchen window, like lifting
up the hood of ’57 ford pickup
 
mud and sweat on linoleum, on 
bedroom carpet
 
old stone armed, damage done,
two deceased,
 
now in a deep, steady sleep,
 
he gets confused in shadowy moon,
becomes impaled like 
 
pikers on a stingy bet;
 
barbed wire black as coal to sew 
wounds with lockjaw
 
he doesn’t understand his rights
like black sheep didn’t
 
understand gunshot wounds,
 
barbed wire black as coal to sew…
 
 
Copyright © 04/29/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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