Vip Members Art
My MuseYour voice strays with vagabond chains
Wished away in sweltered layers
And the ants are creeping in a ride away
on sand dunes that dust our eyes shut
as we let ourselves slide down iced mountaintops.
You are like sunshine rays falling off ashtrays,
You are crossing my "t's" in splotched cigarette rust
and dotting my "I's" with ember flicks.
You transpire my bubbled train of brevity
And fuel my fingernail scratches of poetry
On a keyboard; never close enough to you.