downtrodden brain
hangover mind rain

after the headaches have ceased
san diego washes my feet

Mother's warm bath in palm tree fingers
a lone mischievous lemon tree lingers-

not all the fruits of your labor
will bear sweet flavor

but desire not golden sweet
and you'll find heaven in defeat

a jester in a sour moment
a silver cloud among bad omens

- - -

Ram peers out-
and we, not a single hand
nor yet whole finger...

but a gaze upon a gaze
a massive, reflective whirlpool
beckoning divine self-realization

The Titan takes another step

Christ gets back on his feet

a Great Gear rolls and rolls and rolls...

bards with eyes of citrine
sing old songs in new melodies

-cars on highway emulate foretelling winds

distract not your neighbor's gaze
if aligned with the sunflower...

- - -

atop Fate's summit
banshees wail
to the forsaken
in their meager bones,
have eyes that see your
heart decayed,
look not long!
pay no mind, no mind
to the undead's hungry eyes
but instead to the clouds
as they part-
curtains to a more infinite heart

and through its cracks
souls escape

close your eyes
feel only the cold
follow breath to new relief
a fair distraction-
Ram holding melancholy
cheeks in warm hands

woe disperses
memory wheezes
senses join hands

the final silhouette paints
a man dancing

a great dance

a great fire

a great Love.