Three Poems

Safe Here

Winter lights by the zesty dawn.
I think, the house is as safe as milk.
Illustrious and imperial.
The night leads amateur.
And that’s the best part.
Factory smokes graph the sky
creating a different verse for us.
Stars tingle
while I ripple into eternity.
Birds chirp like it is the bright of day.
Bulldozer operators and ranch owners
with stains and boring chambray.
The supper is as liminal as everything
that ever came about.
I raise a toast for the Highlander.
Come down, come by, my friend.
Take me high!
I refuse the feast of big Men
for meat is ferocious on the pit of my tongue today.
Frankly, I don’t care for the taste.
as long as he remains a secret alphabet,
a reverent crystal.
Lush with no snares.

Nemesis Winks Inside

I’m a sexy shrew.
There’s no tame to claim for me.
I’m an open wound birdie.
My nemesis winks inside.
I’m the Luz bone.
Mechanic placeholders don’t do it for me.
I get back on gut level.
I feed on aphrodisiacs, bite size prickly royals, chocolate pearls.
I make drastic maneuvers with no measures.
I become lonelier than ever.
This shell doesn’t host anymore it seems.
I’m a crawling roar.
Bookless in Babylon.
Barrel in Utah.
I got a lousy express, they say.
Loose ends don’t make a node and we also
won’t buy your obedient nod, they say.
First take refuge somewhere fluorescent.
Owl hairline, regal.
I turn around and see nobody.
I hide in a secret dawn reserved and cascade myself down a tunnel of love.

Well of Fortune

We, both akin to playful abandon.
My legs start whirling below the cloth,
like a screw burrowing underground.
I can’t wait to laugh until I crack open right here and there,
for you to look down a well of fortune like you threw a dime.