DAYBREAK

Cellophane moon rides high in sky



Moon tides burst with song

Stings my unnurtured heart with ruptured longings deeper
than sea ringing inconsolably

Jimmies the lock triples the false starts below the bistro
glows yellow lights glimmer

Flickr the night away dreaming fritter the morning sun
warming the ground I lie upon

Pray to the diverse universe of sounds emerge reborn from
the womb

I am

The sting hurts worse the first time I lay claim to
Cleopatra’s birthright

Scent from heaven

Love makes wrongs right

You get it or you don’t

Try harder to bite the dust emerging from my womb

Clean house, sweeps dirt from beneath the rug

hidden corners emerge bathed in dawn’s light

Aglow with merchandise to show I sweep the surface below
words running rapids

Afraid of the flow falling unbidden from lips unspoken
nerves violet loves

bright blue golden fringed butterflies dance in my eyes




Walking through the rain at daybreak, no longer feel
teardrops flowing with the rain

Flooded by memories, past difficulties, unable to eradicate
even one memory

Live through memories daily, replay in my head, I can’t deny


Memories thrive, can’t forget no matter how hard I try

Memories linger, replay day after day

Memories cling to me like worn out clothes

I have the sense to trash these memories insist, resist any
effort to throw them away

Memories return to torture me repeatedly




Lure me to decipher hidden sentiments tucked away

To lonely dark secluded places deep beneath the rubbish that
stands for anything real

I assign a name to a place tortured by time grown wise
beyond the horizon

anger seethes beneath crimes committed, I admit my guilt,

“The fault … is not in
our stars, but in ourselves.” *

Memories stand in my way. I am my own personal Judas
Iscariot.

Between dawn and dusk searching for remnants of luck, stuck
in no man’s land

Under a moonlit sun




Lost in traffic disgruntled and disavowed

Eyes gaze into mine deeper than the deepest

see emerging from the constraints in my veins,

crumbs from my womb sweep clean, a diamond ruby triumphs

Blinding sun breaks at the crack of dawn, mystifies soul
watcher

Desire tinged edges lost in the catacombs of fire


















































































































* Julius Ceasar