fragments from mars...

[mindbum]

planetary breeze

a windy day asks for celestial agreement,
a moment closer to the next act.

this wind does not bring
these hurtling orbs together
even as their cores spin faster.
heart’s tempo increases
something solid in a molten sheath.

a nebulous magnetism
(planetary, solar, galactic, internal)
holds questions fast.
ask to feel sure
the answer only will come
when you forgot to ask.

...

lester young’s birthday

the same day mars is
closer than in human
history. or another
tenor.

the wetted reed says
lester’d be 96 today.
if he didnt die in ‘59.

orbits
swing back round
quick and close.
mars and mercury,
unperturbed, blow
the hell and back
of deep-breathéd
solos, above, behind,
beyond and anew through
the beat.

...

the poet of darkness
studies violence
stretched out in
my most comfortable chair.
he’s reading a book
on knife throwing, now.
earlier it was a kungfu
magazine. and i saw
a japanese sword book
where swordstrokes
and brushstrokes mix
in martial language.

...

today was harmless.
wind drove broken clouds
across a blueing prairieland.
the breeze kept things
moving from seizing fast
to anything attached
to solid ground.

i played cards with my doppelganger.
i won. he never had a chance.
he taught me the new game today.
he learned it from his family.
our trophy was half a watermelon
in the blender.

[mtmynd]

indeed, "something solid in a molten sheath." this jazzed me.

nicely done.

TY

[WIREMAN]

zatoichi
yojimbo
lone wolf
leon
ghost dog
ronin's all
this poem can be read in
parts that become a unity...............

[alienpoet]

i like it i love it i hug it i want it - bring it over!!!!!!!!!!!

[iblieve]

Blended watermellow beneath swirling galaxies of chaos is what dreams are made of. In darkness I too find my muse and loved every word of this one. "C"

[mindbum]

glad you enjoyed the martian rifts.

thank you for the reading and response. it's a great feeling to dash something off that people appreciate.

the poet of darkness is a pretty nice guy.

let's see if any more poems come from the late summer skies.

peace
thanks