Spatulism

Axe
There is
a line
within the red
deep blue
almost purple
how it
washes away
what we once
thought
was pain.

Pity
The never
to be far
it creates
a panic
despair
ruffles in
the only soaring
source
of pleasure

Fix
We quiet few
Restless within
the nights of glory
hungry for
the reign
of more
shifting
shifting
down gold
spider webs
bend
at the break

Warm
i declare
this night free
put up
your feet
and set still
from the world
it is only
then
that there
can be
peace.

James
The pattern
stalking back
stalking forth
the graceful cut
clean
and to
the point
with steady hand
made careful

Buddha
I answer
when the rain
comes slowly
only opening
slightly
against the blooming
orange tree

Please
Fly down
past the pasture
over rocky hills
where the wait
digs deeper
everyday.