December Silhouette
It only takes a few objects
for me to trace her waltz through a winter day
One pair leading to the carport
and two pairs leading away
Trading Silhouettes
the dawntime embraces it,
embraces her...
I thought once or twice of
being there
with her to try to stencil it out, reach
back to the dawn the same
way it has caught
her but the bastard makes
it look so easy what-with
-all the smog and density of cold, the sky
mire, absurd, astral, silhouette and
hers too, complimented by
the rising and
not at all vice-versa.
The Knight’s Silhouette
The moon also rises
Someone's skin is peeling out there,
He is disrespecting his
disease
Leather-worn like a one-sided conversation
His silhouette is shame
like feathers and breadcrumbs
Scattered among his
footsteps in the black and white forest
But not mine, I am cast in
sheen
The strength of my elders drawn from the sand
Stronger than my clergymen,
my counterpart, my king
Anchored in the snow like Washington waiting
For the waltz of war, two
to one, one to two
Brandishing my skin as an
educated weapon,
Awaiting orders, eyes closed, marble and stone
August/December, 2013