Break in the clouds

The muscles around the eye
twitch and flex,
the pupil grows large
acting surprised
that the sun chose
to see through it,
causing the eye to sheds
a thousand million tears.

Heartache

The wind's heartache whirls in my chest;
a thousand chimes clang an ungodly clanking.

In broad daylight

Surely, that flying armored insect
is not blind – would god do that?
Yet like the wingless me,
it hammers it’s head
into one wall, then another.

Torch of Hades

The wick lies fallow; the cavern’s air stale;
the guardian’s hiss silent.

She lies tangled, sleeping for some fifty years.
Her rattle a lady in waiting.

Her fangs safely tucked until the sacred initiation:
a stumbling fool, me, beaten black and blue,
falls headlong into her den.

She strikes; the number of man.
My eyes, my cheeks, my lips.

Stunned and marked, I collapse
ready for the pyre;

ready to become
the my own torch of Hades.

Sunscreen

Barrel cactus
acting out;
dancing in public.
While I put on
more sunscreen.

Asking

What does
the dragonfly
spell against
the blue sky?

FlatEarth

The earth is flat,
I’ve found the edge
and jumped.