Pick Through Bones
I was giving chase of that remote skeleton
Through the graveyards
Of my memory...
The discarded moving carapace
Came in many forms,
And illuminated it's
Surroundings like a spectral force
Until I doubled back to immerse myself
In the remnants of it's heyday,
Flipping over stones in a
Hellbent search
Of shattered self...
Broken mirror shards lay sprawled across
The desert floor, reflecting the
Prehistoric cacti, and the lizards
Crawling to and fro
In their desperate,
Arid haste...
I was giving chase of that remote skeleton
Through the graveyards
Of my memory...
Were you only a mirage that occupied
Tattered shreds of distant thought?...
The desert hosts ghosts of a similar persuasion
While sundials spill their shadows
Across hills, like capsized
Buckets of house paint laid to dry...
Blow me a kiss over Agave and
Spineless Yucca
As you dip and dive outside my grasp...
I breathe my final scent of you
As in a haste you
Disappear over that mound...
The desert glass
Shimmers profoundly,
Dazzling my broken gaze...
I was giving chase of that remote skeleton
Through the graveyards
Of my memory...
A pinwheel stuck within the parched soil
Spins madly during the howling
Night winds of my longing...come...
And pay me visit
If the spirit
Doth incline...
6/18/24
Bunny Villaire