tremble, surge
propel to grow
in the midst
of aimless morn-
churning wheels
blow to scorn
in silence-
shouting!
with providence, might
lustful dark,
"i crave your light"
dim & clouded
it may be-
on rusted rails
most fail to see
the speed & chase
all through the night
past the fury
of willow's boughs
kudzu swallows
formidable towers
and honeysuckle's sweet delight-
its' savage scent
feigns innocence-
head heavy
from mist covered land
encumbering fog-
rolling,
reveling,
truth revealed-
it stirs, tempts
the lover's hollow hand
and eyes long sealed
left dull, stinging
ravenous!
in snagging paradox
viscously
thrown off the rails-
with magnitude,
it hurls & sails
crashing!
taking flight-
sept. 2002