Automatador

Quaver memory's dappled substance aflame.
Zephyr's foundering glory.

Crimson echoes an empty arena.
Mithras has been forgotten.

Agapi Tigris

This inner Tiger roaring
tearing loose fetid bonds
leaping jaws agape
knowing warm flesh again.

Absentia

I shed a diamond
for each moment lost
that I might linger
in springtime sunlight
showered with fragrant blossoms
and holding fast your racing heart.

Glass Knuckles

Head-spinners all
couldn't punch their way out of
a paper bag.

Ear-ringers calling
on piggy-back dialup accounts.

I'm thankful for the
laminated aisles of consumption.

Checkstand drop-outs
waving glossy deviations.

Meantime, I'll be soaring
over the walls of the asylum
in my red balloon.

The world below melting
into verdant hues of
folded parchment.

Call NORAD-
I am an UFO.