October 27, 2009

lake taal,

ready to blow,

like her mom . . .

without a mirror,

trembling water

hollow log . . .

knowing it's his

last winter

fragile,

the nets holding

together

manila de

bay's fish farms?

costly drinks

under a canopy . . .

colored lights

a whore, the

teenage madonna

feeding her

baby without an inn,

under christmas lights?

toad sits down

to a christmas dinner

of horse flies

she thinks she

can make it go

away with

a kiss and a smile

that hides her feelings

how rare,

the morning sky

set free!

i fall

asleep with her hand

on my shaft . . .

dreams of rainbows

cresting on waves

still winter?

will madness continue

her journey?

she asks me

to stop, to sleep

instead

inside a briar

moistened with hope

remove me

i beg you, from

winter's grasp

journey

inside your mind . . .

see hell and

heaven, the dragon

sleeping between mirrors

ptsd . . .

you ask me to wear

your sandals?

stuck between

seasons, my reflection

plastered with

help wanted signs

spitting neon

dark winter . . .

a paper clip clasping

himself

humid air

i need a breather

from the

madness the mad

define as normal

burning coals . . .

the poor smear ashes

on their cheeks

when a stone

thinks it's a boulder,

toss it

into the river

and watch it roil

robert d. wilson

©2009




*Taal is a caldera volcano that is the most active
volcano in he world located in Tagaytay, Philippines.