Liminal space is

only unlimited in  

dream's geometry 

The tiny flame

gutters out unable to 

hold on against hate

Walk the razor's edge 

too dull to deal with shadows

from just five o'clock 

Perhaps it would have 

been best if the Wampanoag 

had let the Brits starve 

 Give thanks for the meal,

but be sure not to choke on  

the bones that they throw

Your knives are broken

and your lies are hushed so go 

back to your dark cave 

Letters from the dead 

take on shades of meaning not

known until later

In desolation 

there is beauty however 

fleeting, like desire 

Everything is at hand

still it doesn't satisfy

as the gifts roll in 

Blighted by a brand

that marks them as enemies 

they hide in the dark 

 

Unlike O'Henry 

the last leaf fell and with that

the tale reached its end 

Lies piled so high sway 

like a tower in a tempest 

until they topple down 

Throwing bones broken 

and brittle to read the signs 

you already know

Say goodbye to the 

cruel world with a match for the 

straw men and their lords 

The docks have been pulled

up in anticipation 

of the coming freeze 

Deadbeat leaders scraped

from the bottom of history's 

shoe shine the ordure 

Disappearing thoughts

wiggle away like slick eels

gone down the river 

Siddle up to old 

father time and see if there's

a way to slow it down 

Sparrows please spare me 

when nature strikes back against 

sick humanity 

Sunflowers brown and

desiccated mourn the end 

of the growing time 

The worn and battered 

boots were not unlike his face

that had seen much life 

Hot ash once human

rains down with furious force 

in the aftermath 

The dreaded moment 

moves irrevocably 

towards its conclusion 

This new Babylon 

birthed by billionaires will see 

a Biblical end 

Flip through the pages

of a dog-eared life and then

start a brand new draft  

The wispy sapling 

still manages to break through

the hard concrete slab

Opportunity 

is not the one pounding on

your door at dawn, friend 

Strip club preachers are

praying for rain, but dolla 

bills are not enough 

Like the temple's veil

torn asunder, truth's light will 

one day shine again 

Jack-o'-lanterns black 

with soot and beginning to

rot greeted the day