An Infant Army is Born a smashed bubble over a watery view spreads its pearlescent sudsy sea foam aqua-marine stained rosé blackened ships morbid metal, inert fiber glass haunt and float, hovering not-quite

For Your Incendiary Nature hard-core aliens microscopic invaders occidental exotic high-yield atomic warheads brash and vicious your ambush to the bridge of the springtime voyeur evacuate the tube exploding

Coma my mind soars                     out of body a inter-dimensional comet               radio transmitted though the ether is it a rendezvous or a solar flare invasion a whirlwind of messages pass through

Redacted Suns high pressure atmosphere plumes escaping sparkled systems she's venting bubble surface prisoner hollow parabolic bridge articulated arms alarm puddles coalesced cluster encounter elongating

Can A Mouse Be Macro is it macro or just really close-up confusion sets in miniscule at first growing monumental a solution evades the logic leap looms large like a mountain to a mouse insurmountable I’m

Lost in the Mundane Unobtainable we are always where we are we are always always is infinite lost in the paradigm of human thought lost to … the haunting spectre of desire we grasp at infinity believing

Embracing Twiggy Growth what is this fascination you have with twiggy growth saplings are tender I know …. how they bend with the breeze sloped-backed, slender, and swaying an attraction to rooted wild

A Parched Rainbow the sky is barren murmurations have landed settled to tree nested for pyrotechnics then rest on edict dusk demands the horizon and its extremities empty of all but color tincture blend

When Tickled Pink the shades are drawn petals given soft light hush and then it comes heavy clouds grant a deluge the anatomy of a flower deep and fragrant on the scale of nano a wellspring for Lilliputians

Chromatic Vision beauty is in the eye of those with the mind to open the soul focal points too narrow prisms to prisons see in black and white duotone narrower-still cataracts form clouds shackle irises

I Got Up, Sat Down, and Wrote You This Poem be it an ode, limerick, or elegy a sonnet, dactyl, or allegory we, poets, are adept and bereft quite fond, indeed when writing of the verse at immortalizing

Gorgonized failed talons settle on the wire outside my towered bedroom window poor little would-be raptor nothing but a chickadee dressed the clown oh-so smartly so, I’ll admit clad in your borrowed and

Gristle and Cellulite gristle and cellulite sculpted and girdled sucked away, shifted to the more alluring           nether regions the vacuous becomes the injectable thin here plump there take in the

Micellar World douse your sceptre with the font of notions expand and breathe                        life into ideas don’t blow too hard the meniscus will tear creation is durable but vulnerable at inception

Chrysalis Caged the chrysalis caged cocooned inside a bony mesh hide, stay alive, hide the chrysalis stirs pulses current flows a tattoo beats remain where you are stay quiet remain where you are the chrysalis

The Collector The obsession began, outside a trellised cafe for a cherubic but neglected child, his parents, too engrossed with each other to notice his obvious lack. His mother’s swollen mid-section

Consumed dainty feet upon compact sand pressure, small but felt by the smaller creatures            of the near-deep they share kinship with Aphrodite but not her form both, born from shell destined to

Descending upon an undulating apex shrouded in greying cumulus I observe, celebrate, and weep below   what              has                       come is laid out a menagerie of all things imaginable sand

Unhappy Avatars born free of worry and fear told we have free will and should feel guilty for being bad children we learned the will of others certain others should be followed if we want acceptance if

Impotent Without The Wind wind gets into my sails my sails sure think highly of themselves powered by the current boats aren’t birds canvas isn’t feathered although it’s gets brushed               by plumes