And here another just for fun
Expo de Facto
Here's the answer to this
Top heavy revalation.
Along with other factors
This was my coup de gras.
A linch pin hung
Out to dry.
Never the fair weather
Warning, watch this bitchy
Squall whip up the lake.
Here comes the nor easter,
The one you knew
Was coming forever.
It stops you in your tracks.
You never think it is what
It is. Expo de facto
Or some such.
I misplaced the remote.
The Stones are doing halftime.. I guess I'll
Drink my orange juice.
Not bore you with the details..
By TJ STRUSKA
Here's a happy hippie one
Handful Of Stars
Handful of stars
Falling between fingers,
Catching a saucer of moons.
Dreaming of bicycles
With red ribbons.
Wheels spinning in elliptical stars strung
In the sky.
Feathers and dust,
Brushing zithers and strings. And Ruby Tuesday
Done six ways to Sunday.
Man, I've got to lose this spell. Concentric circles
Spinning in the backbeat
Of my mind.
More alive than the sky.
Burning awake to the light.
Slash the key lime pie
In counter revolutionary symbols..
Feathers and fingers of angels swattle you
In bright pink and blue
A paper bag spins
In a last winter wind.
Rising to motioning stars.
I love you in your bareness.
As Sunday night passes
To shadow
We fear death on the passing of moments.
Collect our thoughts
On fraying dreams.
Alight our hopes, bash our dreams to dying light.
Sweet as rain,
All falls down.
Wake to shiny symbols
Etched in Sanskrit.
Lose our meaning
In the blindness
Of the sun.
A billion birds lift
To the sky as snow falls
In a lazy dream.
I close my eyes,
Reach up To catch
A handful of stars dreaming. Burning
A billion years in my palm.
I open, release them
To the sheltering sky.
By TJ STRUSKA
A spooky one to go with this:
From The Shadows
The ghosts within the room quaver to the
Outside of periphery,
Blending within the shadows. They wait
Silent of the screen
They await my passing
In forgotten rooms
Silent but for a passing
Moon. Over books
And broken horses.
Shadow dust, Ghosts
Within the wall Vibrate
Their inner mantra,
Turning in dreams of dust.
M.O.
Chrysanthemums chatter
To the blind moon lisping
Over the city where
Junkies and Lovers
Embrace their torn Heartbeats to a night
Devoid of stars.
Another Town
Jewel pink pony
Frozen in your scream.
Studded blue carnival Adornments. Your muted
Agony goes on forever.
Moving in circles,
Endless circles.
While your painted eye Stares into the blindness
Of the sun.
By TJ STRUSKA
