awash in briny wake
my tale is sparce
these soaked foam
ravages from bitter
mouths that croak
as hungry cormorants
that trill

and how my shoulder
aches where we brothers
held our arms and wore
away the day like flesh
and lives that life did
make the meal for
deaths plate

(kettle is boiled
gotta go make coffee
take pain killers and
catch some sleep..
Was headed somewhere
with this poem...sorry)

Player playing
isolate mind eye
fluid body politics
conflict columns compass

upon altar
strange crooked beings
acquire quakes akin to mine
one needed a beloved
less wane jewels to freaks

man . . .
you were once the perfect whim
tender enormous rhythms, polemics & birdie Haiku
happy with the Motown sound
set in old wax; newly found

soft-pedaling down memory lane
"Ooh-oo child" up the 5 Stairsteps
ascend empyrean
Ooo-oo . . . soulful real

Dyslectic Poet
I have keenly observed,
you always add
portions of a poet’s
rendition,
it adds color to beauty
and perfume
sublime ,
as I now learn lovelier criticism of thine
as upon the delicacies of poetry
and
connoisseur of beauty,
I myself define .
you are the one and only one
immensely refine,
to let me know
when,
if ever I shall be able to pen
in print,
a poetry book of mine
truthfully,
no jam ,no butter
Cat you could be
curt and bitter.

The moonlight pales
in the wake of your existence,
it's nice to be allowed to see your face.

Treasured seconds, too short
I'm sorry to report,

Fate's not this generous with, "grace".

~

My shadowy thoughts
dare not boast my heart includes
the wondrous likes of you;

while the shadows play
time drifts away,

while your spirit holds the moment, "true".

~

Then, within the pale;
and empty, hollowed dreamscape
that's solely, only mine;