Staghound

i'm making galaxies in my coffee because in bourbon i lose my buoyancy stirring and stirring and stirring the stars subdued in murky depths of half-lidded hues, some trancelike world that being in between wake and wane, an ethereal flame stoked by hydrocarbons (do not drink; toxic if ingested, and propane (by the way) is flammable) the disjointed is fluid the inky blackness in my cup and the dripping mocha from the sky. i am most aware in the private hours of the morning, when the rest of the diurnal life has closed its eyes to the worlds i see in their dreams, when we have let go enough of the somnambulance of the sun, stripped down th

The soft warm bodies and cold wet noses with ecstatic tail-quakes would miss you; The oceans that have never tasted your feet, the sandy shores that will only beach for one second before sailing out to sea would miss you; The skies that dawn bright with birdsong or awash with dripping kisses would miss you; The stars’ light that was born before you were even a thought but has been yearning and traveling just to glint in your eye would miss you; The words on paper wrapping up worlds waiting for you to discover them would miss you; The fantasies and dreams and mysteries on screens the faraway places locked in pixels would miss you;

i am fluorescent. dimly awakened in the dead of night. and all around me, there is vacant void that dares to reach in and steal my light. and from swirling nothing i emerge. creak open my eyes as i warm to the touch of some distant sun whose ray decided to prod my side. and inside me there are a thousand molecules buzzing around like the desert around me, zephyr gusting and gusting and zealous electricity threatens to irradiate my mind and electrons drop through my fingers to another energy level. and here i stand falling apart and glowing, a tumultuous supernova torn apart inside by which way should i whiz next and there are so many un

i. I have a bouquet of light cliques of shattered sunrays that shun those whose rose is not as rubicund or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained. Slice up the white and imprison it in sardine cans syringes and push the plungers home. But no matter how much you may try the result is death; for you've frayed the perfect threads beyond repair And only dried minerals and plasma some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated. ii. My heart is a prism. All that's around me is cold and bleak some hibernating humming frozen beneath the winter's coat. And inside, I must be a time machine, because I cannot abide this monochrome

I am a lonely cat yowling in the pitching and yawning of a restless pre-dawn dream. The streetlamp's eyes are my friends and I glow back to them as I glower at the mice that are already asleep at the birds that dare to sing when I am strung out on a curb awash in the dingy orange of some alien sun. I was not built for sirens and the senseless hum of ten thousand people and the futile races against hundred-horse behemoths. I am blanketed by a starless, cloudless sky; in this darkest solitude where robins drone and babble where highways harmonize with thoughts of passerby and far-off places (and the stream of automatons blearily clocking i

We are the buzz of a fluorescent light, the desperate cries of a thousand electrons as they try one last time to glow. We are the shimmers left in the sky the afterimage after lightning has struck the vague whispers of radiation that linger milliseconds after the thunder has calmed. We are violent Beautiful Floral Eruptions. Fireworks. That grow and grow and grow and burst In a spectacular display And die Leaving memories That are wiped out by the next flash of color. A sun lasts for billions of years And shines bright And explodes In much the same way we do; For who is to say that a young yellow star is more beautiful than the nebula it

Stammering heartbeats a rhythm clips Pine expanse fluttering cedar mesh Soaked in warmth, lighted shafts slip       Of gentled pillared impression Awoken oaken giants brush reflection Of ocean motion over yonder offing Stark beauty engulfs day's affection   -- Mightier Titans offer their love Gilded enameling encompassing veins Surfaced radially all directions shine Light forever transfer Earthen drains     Nightshade realized coded shrine Tilted son of Sun stretches arch'd spine Kingdoms, tribes, nature concurring From mountain clearing, sequester'd vine Life and unlife conflate ancient stirring - C. B. Nepoose 10.08.2013

The romance of the rain… the allure… the steady draw that drags the droplets down from the heavens it draws me out too. It's a beautiful summons, to be called by the clouds, to hear a love letter pattering on the windowpane. So simple, its emotions worn on the grass-covered sleeve, no lies, no deception, utter simplicity. And to meet it, to go out with it, to feel the rush of the water in the cobblestone veins, as your own heart beats ever more the faster, in time with the tattoo. Rises, rises and you burst out in a dance flitting between the streaks from the sky, sweet sloppy kisses on your skin. Close your eye