focus on the butterfly
it’s teeth ensnared in blood
talons flash from velvet sheaths
lunar tilts the tide and mood

calm and quiet, the sparks that fuels
awake and last-gasp thrashing
someone’s face in nowhere now
alone in dark surpassing

brightness on the manic side
grit your teeth and smile
it’s how you wear the needful face
to please the masses mild

so pass along your stolen faith
epiphanies are solely centered
a fade to past will dwell in hope
the mercilessness now has ended

Broken angel walking
loping footdrag hinder
his soul of doubt, reeks
sharp tang of slow decay

Hungry ghosts hunting
wander for want of the willing
clutched hand and finger claw
snatching hopes in tatters

Lightness of spirit
sweetest of flavors
patchwork self-penance
bitter on tongue tip

Scarlet vision target
intensity of beam
circle light spot
neglectful of rest

manic madman rants and raves
then slinks to solitude
orange and rabid effacement
as spittle flies eastward

a longing for father
the seeking of love
and begs of papasha
to satiate the void

the oval noose tightens
in paranoid rapture
a pins and needles public
so salaciously waits

the tragedy is hidden
oblivious the cast
quagmired and weakened
constitutionally last

eternity lives on the head of a pin

dance with now

kiss the moment hello/goodbye

bookends never meet