She took to a Traveling Man

Lord, she would have never done it 
if she hadn't got drunk.
Oak Ridge Boys on the radio.
singing gospel and tunes
some years back in June
Hotter than hell in Louisiana
summer in the Southland
Ice tea and shine, ice cubes
clink in my mason jar, granma
fussing on the low slung swing
afternoon shade as we stare out
across the glades.
The South as it will never be
I won't ever remember to ask
Barbara Sue to marry me.
She took to a traveling man
left us for some foreign land.
Come back home to my home
down in Dixie, where we are
outdated in our mediocrities
racial faults aren't purchased
but blood-bought, old folks that
modern times has forgot.
The colors are here for all to see
statues and gravestones and the
myths of our collective history.

The Doomed Groom

The ocean speaks in rhymes
a mariner oft said sometimes
the queer eye tracking my gait
I was on my way to the wedding
I was already late. He reeks of rum
I mistook him for another bum
Water, he said, water everywhere
Let go of my arm you fool, I am
not going to stand here listening
as you go on with spittle and drool!
There was a ship! says he. I bet there
was but I feel trapped by his madness
already, the bells toll and the bride
walks down the aisle to find no groom
for his is trapped outside listening
to his impending doom.

Drowned

Below the surface, she floats, last breath

moments from death

under current held in space

crestfallen, her heart breaks in place

then the bubbles rise

uncried tears surmise

nothing will suffice

blood as cold as ice

I told her I would hold her

there until her love was unbound

but then she drowned 

We Are Legion

We are Legion

Singular purpose, multitudinous goals

Binary doctrine

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We are Legion

untrackable pings, these ANONymous strings

You might find me here on the dot com.

You'd be mistaken, you would be wrong

I am many packets in the net

We are the actions that haven't happened yet.

He that writes of our actions

only knows what we want known...

We are Legion

Faceless we walk the ways

where not even the Neuromancers have flown.

Apple and Eve

The apple falls far from the tree

Adam walks with Eve

a snake therein waits in the leaves

some twine and a garment for thee.

The story is older than the mystery

a fire in Eden before the freeze

a sword of fire burning as they flee

the river of life flows through the Euphrates.

Biblical truths now gossiped at the fence

Eve tells every sin in detail since

Adam cleans house, laundry by the loads

while Crowley can be found at the Crossroads 

Music changes Everything

Strands of melody, bows on strings

ivory hammers on the piano's staphs 

as female vocals sing.

a single drumstick taps cymbal song

electronic mix merging metaphors

somehow all this and the horns

belong together, a band, a throng

alters my mood

my sadness settles, my heart takes wing

the rain falls, the night calls

music changes everything.

Serendipitous

Lace soft, 
seductive grace
visualized fantasies 
surround me
in that place, 
the waters, 
trees and
serendipity.
They two nymphs, 
at rest, 
in my mind
idealized best, 
they sing my songs out
there, luring my mind 
from the woes
of the day. 
Teasing out my foibles, 
gently mocking 
my daydreams
while nervous ripples 
play
out the shapes of the breasts
shadowed 
against the silk over
their chests, 
making me swear to
love each one 
the very best
as long as they let me 
stay here
I must confess.