Homesick sauce

 Gerard came out
Aniseed liqour a new kind of talk
None of the sensing feeling
Just the popular sentiment of the day

A shot of something with some water
Blurry lime
Half sincere
but just an escape

Homesickness behind the eyes
Food came late
None of that exotic panache
Just a saucy bowl

Some loud mouths
at the table ahead of us
Orange hair and body tattoos
Quotes from legendary rockstars

Thick sticky cliches that spurt awkwardly
From the overhappy mouth
The excited hearty laughter
Talking themselves into meal

The french man looks on and says to himself
My work here is done
As the kitchen works at snail pace
he pours himself another aperitiff

Complains that its a luck of the draw
That he can't ship them in
Or build a queue
He's the only one waiting

Flood lights walk

 The flood lights soaked into the thickness

Light slipping down the lampost choked cat

Scrambling dogs 

long shadows of spindley branches

radiated out in the drippy floodlight

Pick up the rock

moonlight inked

Dank pudding air

Brushing over skin

I get swamped and smoothed over

I trust the compounded shade

Where my eyes cannot adapt

Therefore I just trust

For away from the floodlight

The night blinds you

Parallel street trees cover it up

Quiet except for stubborn cicadas

Post a note into the late pms

Sunset long gone

Long flat unreal surfaces

Where curtains of the day are pulled

Inside the layers of effort

 When you push yourself
There are twelve of you
When you comfort yourself
you a half a person

When you send it all ahead with your with and your body
You dive into the part of yourself 
Your heart is afraid to know
When you go forth you are chosen

Chosen by your sweat
Vindicated by your endurance
Certain by your courage
Living entwined with the brutality of life

When you send yourself forward
Feel your limbs tense up like concrete
Feel beads of sweat make their way to your eyes
To blind you toward the next step of your victory

When you rest you fall backwards
When you are distracted you temporarily die|
You fight strengh to strength
and ask is this me

The air itself responds and says- why yes
This is the essence 
This is the best that alife like this ccan give
The rest is subtlke trickery and hidden treachery

The w river

 The w river and the souther swamp code
I live out there where the green rushes with blue tips tickle the water oaks
The slowmoving deeper river that passes my house

Brings me all I need
Even the trading boat stop by on their way to market
Humid air sends the smell of their produce
I lean down to catch the rope to their lugger

Almost spilling into the drink
Where the depths would challenge my strength
But I keep my balance and they greet me
Under the w bridge across the great river

Here I make an easy living
Abundance in floods of the worst deluge
In droughts that turn the monster to a mere trickle
I'll be sitting in the shade of the water oak

Or in the falling rain of the saddest months
My house far above the water line
next to the w river bridge
Fortune flows right through

Evidence of a hoax

 Joined my musical friends inside the school
These friends soft and naive and did not know of the coming wrath
I know you cannot see it but the worst is on it's way
I could hear the fiends approach

I attempted to warn these simple souls 
I told them there to run and hide now
that the oncoming creatures would tear us apart
They studied my face looking for evidence of a hoax

Some of them started to shiver
As the day darkened further
The school reflected the first signs of night
We could here an assembling mass of bodies

I backed up a few paces to see the school gates
The giant gray and brown figures surrounded the smaller man
Smaller but much taller than any of us
shouting his orders in a language not of the earth

The giants smashed the gates open and came rushing in
They picked the students up and tore their limbs
Smashed their skulls through and bit through them
Leaving a wrything mess in their wake

I ran into the periphery gardens
My cowardly legs pushing me forward
I covered myself in leaves and calmed my breath
Then surprised myself by falling asleep to the screams

Friday afterschool

 The school day was over
A sense of something disappearing
my father and mother swiftly pacing
late afternoon was dark gray overcast

The optimism in my father's grin
The knowing look on my mother's face
I asked permission to join in on the event
They conceded without blinking

Looking back down the avenue at the school
A huge building a shadow unto itself
Dark wooden planks dark grey roof tiles
None of it familiar

There was no chimney or fire
Though the darkest of the sky's cloud
Seemed to pour off the school roof
Like a deadly gas into the ether

The car door clunked open
I looked into the gutter before entering
to see a stained toothpick
A tiny omen

Farewell of day

 Bye day
Depart now
Go in purple away
Leave in orange
I'll see the next of you tomorrow

chilly blue wave
Off you fly
The last semblance of light
Dying glare I long to rewind

soon enough the first stars
The bold moon will visit
holding onto the darkness
until the fingernails of dawn
dig in