Alleys Without Words - Excerpts
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Belly Dancing in Istanbul
Remembering her languid body,
saturating warmth, waist deep pounding
ocean waves
in the Yucatan, the tip of Cancun a lifetime
ago
where Gulf and Atlantic seas conjoined,
wild intercourse honoring the full moon
goddess . . . -
Silver Backed
Mirror reflections,
Familiar sidebar discussions
Locked within
Foreceful monologues with his self
within his selves
Entrenched beneath affirmative
comforting phrases. . . . -
Oak Table at the Tea Shop
The reflection left on my soul, once rich
and colorful,
Was a heartfelf image
Carved gently into and out from embroidered Asian silk
Her perfect sheen and texture, once as
unforgettable . . . -
Footbridges
Moving torsos,
shadows
beneath the canopy of tall
cottonwoods,
Passing
In slow motion within the periphery, . . . -
Dressage
The audition atop the intellectual casting couch you selected
squeaks loudly,
worn fabric
screams out the need for
reupholstering. . . . -
Concrete Canals
Punctuated
Blemished gray veins,
Camouflaged backdoor byways
And lacerated visceral shortcuts
Tangential
Soulful watercolored cave-like
passageways, . . . -
Alabaster and Onyx
Gently sculpted alabaster,
his fingers gliding over nuanced
curves -
Infinite sensual mosaics
drawn from Aphrodite's garden
within cirrus fields . . .
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Song Wave
Reprising shadows of sonorous melodies
Rushing through clear waters'
Endless gauntlets of choice -
Perpetual sounding board
Unharnessing acoustical rhymes and
rhythms
Cleansing disjointed creek beds of
the past - . . . -
Furl
Italicized messages beeping soft
Goodbyes. Barely audible echoes
swirl beyond my heart.
Moments later she departed for Genoa
Leaving delicious passages in
fragrant text
Like precisely formed cuneiform. . . .
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Creek Bed
Nineteen runoffs earmark page corners
in the diary of life along the creek
Seasons camouflaging timeless
melodramas
within Daphne's embattled heart,
Infinite shorelines shift from lifeless tan
brush
into lush leafy palettes of May, . . . -
Simple Labyrinths
Simple labyrinths formed by familiar
back trails
Traveled as often as shooting stars
flickering in the lonely night sky.
Pathways ascending deep below marbled
thoughts . . . -
Yard Sale
Endlessly walking atop the concrete river
adjacent to my childhood dreams,
now sits a deserted stucco castle,
strangely empty, filled with
memories,
strangely silent, littered with dead
moths . . .