Long hot days
make for long shadows
in blazing sun
I’m quick to escape
into self-absorbed
shade, behind shades
where my
shadows will blend
with the
shadow of a doubt of the world’s ending cusp
in disturbed
dreams
is the sweat
on my sheets from running?
Underworld
writhes and shouts out
silent
warnings to the bright illusions of long days
beginning to
end as soon as we’ve begun to love them
as if in reply
in bird’s
sweet songs of assurance
are the loving
smiles of dead mothers
Summer’s rest
beckons
and best
intentions of work and duty
dissipate like
ice in coffee
as the hours
stretch longer
to make more
room for both of us
Me and My Self
are both here today
under the
sun’s pinnacle
two short shadows
are thrown into opposites
the past seems
before me
the future
hidden behind
the eyes in
the back of my head
awake to signs
and wonders
unintelligible,
untellable, undeniable
and fiercely
known in white hot truths
a running
strike of lightning
sears a
burning cross in the tall grass
of my field of
dreams
and I am
marked head to toe
branded by g-awe-d’s
call and claim on the “I am” offering.
June 21, 2012
rubidge street
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