Of The Eye

Eyes awaken,

Right first, then left,

Stardust clinging to the lashes,

Refusing to concede

That wondrous moment was but dream

Leaving me alone

Comforted only by the memory

That this is all but a part of reality

Shoulder Of The Road

I’m at the shoulder of the road,

Meters past the vibratory bumps,

Inching towards,

Where the wheels and lamps align,

Sidled up, parallel as can be,

Beside the painted lines,

Under the lamps that hang,

And here,

Where gravel and grass unite

I watch the flash of life speed by

The eyes focus as long as they may,

Until either the darkness overtakes the

Landscape, or another pirates my line of sight

The Coffee Shop- Part I ? (The Inciting Incident)

A casual encounter

On an ambiguous

Thursday afternoon

It was sometime

Shortly after lunch

As the sandwich wrapper

Still rustled—fresh mustard

Connecting table to thumb,

For a chance of vision

There she flashed,

A brilliant glimpse behind

The paned glass

The waitress returned

But did not bother

As it was obvious

I was not there,

Slowly, stirring the empty mug

It was clear

My thoughts had gone elsewhere.

Tuesday is upon us once again.  And you all know what that means?  Yep, Open Link Night over at D'Verse.  Make sure you stop by for this first OLN of the New Year and read some wonderfully creative poetry and even submit one of your own for others to enjoy.  Cheers. 

Contract Killer

She took the hilt

Between the teeth

Twisting round

Pushing leather deep

Unsheathed, raw steel shines alive

At the casualty of sound to come

Syncopations rhythm grows

Primal surge, crescendo

Under the mask of day

Collides the guise of night

Under the cutest grin

A smile’s born in sin

Constriction tightens its clutch

That’s when her eyes rolled to touch

Squirming from anguished horizon

Into a chalice of trust

Flora ignites the pleasured scent

As the poppy’s milk skews sense numb

From a frenzied savagery

Ascension crests,

A transformation through thrashing

Sinews debased: Corporeal, feral,

As spindrifts snuff

In unison

Yet…

Rise she does

In deepest gleam,

Forcing rancor to the forefront of gaze

Pausing…

She took the hilt

Between her fists

With violence descending quick

And soon the sternum breaks

Unsheathed, raw steel’s a dull grey

As a casualty of lust, trust’s betrayed

Gasping; flailing incoherent

She places finger upon lip

Whispers the darkness comes quick

Forever stained with the wash of her

Never to bathe again

…And she redresses

Knowing the soul’s lingering

Eyes watch as she pens

Three words into still smooth flesh

DO NOT RESUSCITATE

Near a freshly painted paneling

There’s a window that leads out

Through the paper-thin screen

A reddened daybreak can be seen

Illuminating what remains of last night

 I don't know where this one came from, but thought it an interesting idea and decided to roll with it, of course blurring the lines a bit.