Shelter from dirt and cinders  
Against polluted skies  
In cosmopolitan cities 
Where cars zip and whiz 
With no care of crashes  
Or harms done 

Soaring sanctuaries with minarets  
Composed from craggy crevices 
Centuries old subsisting 
In knowingness 
Of truth and light 
And all things brutal 

​Sun glares over cacti 
Skies cloudlessly bright 
Sits on grassy dryness 
Elbow rests 
 
Thoughts of consumption 
Tastes of emotions, souls, lives 
Inflammation engorges  
Boundary + Less 

​A consolation prize
When he did not win
What he truly wanted

Gone unnoticed
For lack of drama
Whole without rescuing

Garnering no attention
Trapeze girls intercede
With their skillful glances

Her quietness overlooked
Like washed out photos
On egg-shell painted walls

One tacky petal
Slowly disappearing 
On a grandmother couch

Disregarding her worth
A carnival token
Never his first choice

When possession of the soul
Exceeds the evilness of man
Neither mean spirited or cold indifference
But simple sadness and deception
Of oneself with total self interest

Petition the heavens for guidance
Since misery portends the final outcome
Only an awakening from pettiness
Will redeem you from becoming
Like those you seek to demarcate

Seemingly so easy
Like falling from a cliff

The nothingness of the sky
Answers my lingering doubts

Memories whisper on the winds
Glimpses of phantoms from what was

Sun flickers between blinds
On neglected windows-dirty, dusty 
Quiet settled morning gray fades 
Over treetops 
Peach drifting to white wispy blue
Announcing a day 
Draped in light colored smog
Not yet darkened by sweltering heat

People murmur busied 
With work…of no import
Or sit daydreaming 
Out windows 
At barely green trees 
With hope late predicted frost 
Does not decimate 
Budding blossoms

They sit sheltered 
From cloudless dry crisp 
Winter air that chills bones
Causing noses to run 
Red dried blood
Whipping about tangled locks 
Of unkept hair
And watering eyes

Summer will peak…decline 
Renewing the solstice turn
Of circular patterned continuums
Embracing planted abundance
Grown to green lushness
To be reaped…replaced 
Thrashed to brown fertile decay 
To be reborn in early vernal mornings

Dandelions watch
As people wait
For buses, cars, other rides
They bloom and die
A city block oasis
Creeping-time ticks
Boredom raping hearts
Grown to blow away
To other side streets
Un-protective waste
Only to survive
Consuming life
To annoy overzealous gardeners
During overcast days