Silent Queen
trapped in a moment
she cannot change,
nor break,
or even know she is having.
Caught in a snit, a snare,
a flounce of royal petulance
and scent of fear
no thought outside this
moment’s
pique. Never to speak, or
hear.
Berserkish rammers
road ragers, suicidal
shrews,
roaring expression of
human
imperative, collective
unconscious
urgency,
will to destroy
The Second Sunset of Summer
Jeweled sparkle through
emblazoned green
stages of darkening
becomes a screen
to cast a scene from memory
or what ought have been.
I see a field of play,
of poets and Pans gaily a’song
while playmates take a laugh,
a dance,
a merry evening’s holiday.
On roads of old (a half-century or
so)
firefly pipers inspire
hopeful wild ones to be.
Free flight like in infant
dreams
before boundaries.
Summer melt of sun and mud;
heat mellows, liquifies icy
tensions. Beat down, swallowed
in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
Sunset soothes. Withered
inhibitions lubricated, removed
as
peeled skin reveals raw
resurrection.
Inexorable romp we claim
to desire, defined by
starlight.
