blood and guts

Young and bold
eighteen years old
start the car
we're off to war.
Tragic fright
dimmed our sight
clipped our wings
burning metal
sings
doomed our
right
to pleasant
sight
young and bold
eighteen years old.

ashleigh in banbury

moon light
tip toes
cross
milky islands

softly dancing
playfully prancing
off tiny diamonds

can you feel me
gently kiss your ear

can you hear me
softly whisper

that i love you

while you sleep
i trace your
shape
in the
dancing prancing
moon light

do you know
i love you
still
as i linger high
o'er your bed

a moment?

How long is a moment?
Can anyone say?
Is it fixed?
Solid?
Fluid?
Frozen
minute
Or so big
it could hold the entire
Universe without touching the sides?
Can any one say?
What occurs in
A moment in time?
How long is a moment?

compassion

i see her
sitting in a
fog
behind an old
mossy log
deep in thought
hating herself
for what is
wrought
transference
counter-transference
i can see her
feel her
know her
i would hold her
i would be her
if for but a moment
to relieve her pain.

mainstream rejection

mainstream rejection

you see it on their
faces,
flat pancakes

it's written in their
smiles
tight thin lips smug little lines

Eyes do so betray them
down cast
cold and blank

Tis truly sad to see
them hating life
so much

They feel the need to
to uplift themselves
by pushing
you
down
mainstream
rejection.