In an April shower

In an April shower

The sky is Rothko black

Time is giving time to

A short reflection back

Souls colliding with souls

The end day sifts us out

Yet separate ways not

Too far we need to shout

I will not ask again

I will not ask again

Science is of no use

Abstract Art the closest

But not the final Zeus

Religion is full of

Such mediocrities 

But has been around since

Plato and Socrates 

This paradise be damned

This paradise be damned

Find the next heaven place

With a pedestal where

Your mask looks more like face

To never return here

Honesty is brutal

Angel and then devil

Perfection then futile

Two lines of poetry

Two lines of poetry

We lie metered and rhymed

A chorus in canon

Two alchemists sublimed

Alternating verses

Throughout the day until

Exchanging lines flurry

The crescendo fulfill

Traveling on a gaze

Traveling on a gaze

The Crazy Horse eyeing 

Far from self where souls lie

Love longing and sighing

Wed to infinity

Beneath an atmosphere 

With lifeless marriage vows 

And dead-ending frontier 

Already committed

Already committed 

Sins cloaked in secrecy

Mouse traps ready to snap

And ensnare decency

Empathy is not wrong

There’s no toxic kindness

Any belief of it

Is madness, pure blindness

A starry night without

A starry night without

Shining stars and cloud swirls

No Van Gogh movement or

Cypress in painted curls

Stagnant and no progress

Stunted growth and grapple

The worm is in the core

Of the fallen apple

Are we back there really

Are we back there really

The bent willow with ants

Sycamores shedding bark

And the fire hydrant stance

And the stresses of youth

Worry more than wonder

The forces of nature

And parental thunder

Robins are unaware

Robins are unaware

The clouds keep passing through

Migrations and mating

The same old and brand new

The World Order changing

It’s already begun

The proof is in data

Not a rifle or gun

A sucking without sound

A sucking without sound

The fable faithful ticks

Heads swelling due to their

Chain choker crucifix 

Beware their holy ground

Be sure to check your skin

They attach to you with

Imaginary sin

The evidence of Here

The evidence of Here

Truncated trees a sign

In curls of time rolling

Antony Gromley pine

Clouds sinking into sleep

Between the hills napping

Taking a bow without

Curtain call or clapping

A transparent moon stares

A transparent moon stares

The stars too shy to shine

In the quiet of light

Spring flowers and a pine

A small plane mows the sky

While a crow flying low

Casts shadows like blowing

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