Disconnected

On the contented fields
tiled with jigsaw puzzle
leaves - cue-cured by burning hues
where flaming dreams wander by
unlit-candle starry skies -
a day lecher never winks.
But flawed October teardrops,
crowded around faulty rifts,
pass the lines of discontent
furrowed into the ancient
brow of memories relived.
Feet feelings die by inches.
Enthusiasm falters
under the last mournful gaze
of quail eggs, whose longing
smothers calculated broods.
Clever sings in its own ears.

Feathery Finger Fractures

The winds of a winter blizzard

cut through me, razor sharp,

revealing a bloodless heart

reclining, motionless

in a gaping cavity,

and covered with an icy

surface, like a frozen lake,

as feathery finger fractures

crack across the ice

sheet. I stand at the center

while the frigid waters

wait patiently to swallow

my shivering flesh.

This destination lies

at the end of a path

I deliberately chose, I know

my icy precipice perch

offers its greatest peril

in the warmth of sunrise.