Missiles

Missiles

Missed me

On my way to school.

Or did I miss the missiles?

Missed kissing the missiles?

Mr. Missile's fist missed my kisser by miles

My, Ms. Kissister, my sisterly child

Crystal missiles crying for kisses

So sorry, Ms. Kissister, my sister, wild with child

Mr. Missile misses my panoramic smile

That goes on for miles and miles and miles

And I miss missiles kissing

On my way to school

Don't miss me too much

My Crystal Missiles

Purple Poem

Lilac in the early spring

Plum purple wool socks

Drifting to sleep

Grapes and blueberries and cough syrup

Sticky finger paint on blank walls.

Early October

The snow is falling in thick, fluffy pieces
Blanketing my boulevard in soft death
The chill in my fingers
And the chill in my toes tell me that
Sleep came early this year
And it mean mittens and layers
Blankets and slippers
Cocoa and kisses and runny noses.

Brown Poem

Freshly turned soil

Chocolate zucchini cake

Those eyes

Slipping sleeping

Snoring sighing

Climbing trees.

The Cycle

What if it's like this,

"Our summer's at an end

Just as the october frost pierces morning glory flesh,

We are approaching our autumn."

September

And so it began

Our maples started to turn

The end of her world.

Lady Velvet, Lady Darkness

I am stealing from the dream queen

I am robbing her of company

I am snatching cloaked hours

And there is no way to pay the fine

She will not except riches nor compliments nor pleas

It's only the early enchanted hours that she shall now take from me.