Leap in the river and explore its warmth

Watch quick liquids steal your form

As the current pulls you under the moon

Flowing whispers sounding soon

Now feel the light and watch cheerful faces

Take joy in all bright spaces

Where the ones you love tread soft and spoken

Your heart beats loudly woken

By the laughing voices touching your ears

Each cheek wet with joyful tears

And under lunar glow water is home

Built by the golden beams shown

Flow with these faces for the rest of time

Under light brightly lit kind

Jinx

The secret jinx wastes within our dreams
Subsisting on tapestries of thought
He eats existence from their seams
And drinks threaded hope once held taut

The fiend slips through brightly woven minds
Consuming the most vivid shades of essence
And in our pale digested fabrics we find
A roughly sewn childlike presence

So from this young cloth we must return
And witness our jinxes starve and fall
As we light the match and watch him burn
Our new forms breathe from ash and crawl

Lots

Cracked dice tumble down the alley

Tip toeing toward their final tally

Edges churn over rough surface

With randomly driven purpose


Trip trip down the cement

Dying pairs sing their lost lament

And new born couples boast their power

A presence shortly sweet and sour


Dot to faces and face to dots

Whole lives revolve on random lots

On the aimless dance quickly goes

As tense eyes eye the thrower's throw

The ancient woman sat under her roof

Thatched with straw and soil and youth

Her fingers curled 'round a dying candle

Lighting her uncomely home as she rambled

"Why is my daughter so late in coming?"

"At this hour she aught to be running!"

She sat in an old oak chair pushing and rocking

Waiting for her daughter's hand to come knocking

The middle of her gaunt face stood enlightened

By the mangled candle where her fingers tightened

The tea brewed on the red fire beside her

As the hot steam began to choir and stir

The woman turned her face, exposing a scar

Rigid and deep and black as tar

Its depression remained drearily dark

Where the candle's light lost its mark

Its hard form was grotesquely violent

Speaking horror, intensely silent

The woman rustled and finally erected

Rising to walk with good footing selected

Slowly she shuffled over to the fire

While the flames sent her shadow higher and higher

She sat the candle down on the mantle above

And handled her tea with unrivaled love

She poured it gently into an old cracked cup

The steam escaping and fuming up

Then a knock barked from the crooked door

Its vibration traveled through the wood floor

She laid down the kettle and picked up the candle

Shuffling to the door as she again began to ramble

"Finally you come you ungrateful wench."

"I thought I could smell your ungainly stench."

Her old hand pried open the door

Exposing the wind and its magnificent roar

A beautiful, trembling woman stood outside

With an old looking hatchet hanging by her side

"Have you yet to find some desperate man to wed?"

The old wretched woman sharply said

And with that the woman's hand came to rise

And drive the hatchet between her mother's eyes

Blood spewed two rivers around her crinkled nose

And as she fell to the floor her cold eyes froze

The daughter left the door open to light of day

To show all the world the demon she slay