Light Afire

To the sunnaway, run.
He breathes a vision into souls, he lights a long burning wood match and I suck the sulfuric odor into my tasting mouth.
Flaring nostrils for the faded pungeancy, widening eyes to the toss of flame into the beautiful chilly night campfire.
I gathered and placed the cracky sticks and dry leaves.
He nods a genteel smile and his eyes seem to wink.
We turn to face the warmth, listening to the after dark world of home crickets, restless dogs, sirens, and traffic.
Moments pass. A log crackles and dips its black-orange ember glow into the fire and ash.

Metal Lizard

on the days of her unbecoming she snatches the metal lizard from the wall and sings to him an opera-esque ballad of woe and deflation.
her voice lands haunting melodious melancholia about the jagged edges of a brief and dissatisfied existence, to which a perpetually bent brass gecko should surely relate on the deepest most intimate surface level of a playing field.
his snaggy not suction claws being the most loud indicator of crafted futility, his dull ungleaming demeanor-a mirror opposite a soul of hammered and hammered and cut up cut up brass.

they fall silent.

they fall. silent.

they fall.

Coaching 101

http://www.sportscoachingbrain.com/101-coaching-tips/
http://www.swish22.com/assets/coaching101.html
http://www.coachingsoccer101.com/

distaste and titles

Baby girl gone barefoot in the jungle
Big bugs land to suck blood
The strength of ancients crumbles with the dust
I laugh in consideration of  modern
rituals
I shrink in a comfort zone
And knowing how he would shrug,
thinking it all a waste and a pushing of a stone wheel up a hill
The only funny thing I see is me here
And it makes me smile to know we create this life for little ones and I just filled my gas tank to the brim
And you might think it's all  literal
And surely, it might be, but for the grace of a clod

Old Manuscripts trnsltd

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nowell_Codex

http://www.gradesaver.com/beowulf/ 

http://www.eskimo.com/~lhowell/bcp1662/apocrypha/judith.html

Mama's Wheel

Mama's wheel exploring
White washed wagon 
Beat down by the sun
Baby's standing at the counter
Wondering how to stir in mama's eyes
Mama has a mind on rocks and metals,
But the warm wind washes through
Her business casual and a passing cart
Pulls all attention

Hello Bridgette

I'm here in Hollywood with your autographed throw pillow. Since I love to travel in my birth control boobs. Could be a real A cup, but now with Edgy meets Classy, my lovelies and my Chewbacca faux fur jacket. In Karmic Distraction, I will be your real estate goose, pouring out Victorian pink icing, if you will please lick my fingers while wearing 3D Xray Specs and see that I lie inside my solar pools.