White Curtain

Airy light bustles from
scent of vanilla candles.

Sandalwood essence pours from embers,
flows consciousness behind flutters of
dream upon redolent raven wings,
twitching toward shadows.

Ancient bellows itch flame and soot,
sand infinity and waxes intelligence
so spaces in between time become
an antidotal adventure …

An aromatic white curtain
grinds against bluster.

Mass of Two

Acrylic quips sustain
raps on solid oak,

pentagram engraved foreheads
weave thick circles,

incense twines in unison and
blends flawlessly sublime,

our path.

Quarter

Staff of infection-

The clink parches ears
as eyes blindly prepare hands
to receive joy …

Stick of affection-

Gander of North and South
penetrates East and West which
paralyzes everything in between …

~Stare intends start~

Direction dictates neurons to spill,
ponder the acceptance of a fool’s
pot of golden delicious animation.

Thoughts race vehicles made for
crunch and smash, passion-filled
competition against ones and zeros …

Alas, all you have afterwards is
an experience and less twenty-five cents.