dust devils
along the gravel road
the sunshine filters
into raging grit
demons
inner and without
lashing out
into the pale wan light

*

surreptitious
serendipity
saline cognition
mathematically misused
tenderly torn in two
x and y
harbor hidden doubts
that z is planely oblivious

*

rattling bones
hung
from the dipping branches
of the old oak tree
blossoms sprout
in the hollowed out eyes
of forever
turned to rot

*

insincere laughter
drifts along
the false warm wind
of friendly overtures
like stale winds
muddied
in the underpass
of salient nothingness

*

reach out
with all of your senses
feel with your eyes
what wonderment
wafts wistfully
from aural artifices
smoothly sent
in harshly scented meandering

*

citrus similes
aloft on
metaphorical missives
turns of phrase
pages written in concise
concentric
circular passions
a snake eating it’s tail

*

the wind howls
gently
the earth heaves
in time
whiskey soaked remnants
of charred wood
floating in a cask
of it’s own desire

*

the air is granular
the axis alight
with pale memories
of dust devils
drifting adjacent
to the gravel road
rattling bones
of the poet’s dream