Excerpts from an Evening (A Summer-ness)
the sun tea is finally ready,
the small blinking constellations of lightning bugs
fill the skyward reaching splayed branches of the
elder silver maples,
we sit, we sip and share sweet tongues of nostalgia
as the cobalt blue ribbons just above the hazy mountains turn black as Death's rose.
Excerpts from an Evening pt 37
The fire ascends far above the charred bones
of the felled cedar; its wisdom burns slow.
As the hungry inferno tapers to a single
tangerine-colored tongue,
the harsh tongue of fire,
though it has never lied about its intentions.
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Damnation 101
Take the first light, the true light,
the light that lit all four chambers of your young heart
and mingled with no other light,
then allow this light to travel and dim with years
of bitterness,
until one day it makes it to your mouth and leaps from your warm tongue as a cold lieโthis is how you condemn a soul.
"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the Death March as you carry me along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong"
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