UNSCREW YOURSELF FROM DOORJAMB NIGHT

733E32AF-5C80-4E26-A5EE-8F90549CC746I’ll tell you how the long day ends
in the final hour of June, she said

with her kaleidoscopic coyote grin
and crook-eyed cricket gaze again
she sipped her nightcap hot and holy
in her ripped and airy lilac gown

aiming cat-tails towards venus west
after molten sun had bolted down

new moon me, she said, with glee
whipping wild her wide-eyed face
inside rhubarb ribbons racing
lacing up the vest of night

then offering peaches bruised just right
brewed up nicely for blue hearts
led early plums with early stars
to come out playing without a fight

Spiraling starly and madly Mars
around the skinny of her scar

I’m not the dream you thought you had
she sang with all her lovely fangs

Roam free and yes roam wide
throw those damned doors aside
unscrew yourself from doorjamb nights

was the last thing to me she said
before the month of June had fled

#ryanvanlenning

Unscrew Yourself From the Doorjamb Night

136303AD-6465-46DF-9C55-0C262C73D61CI’ll tell you how the long day ends
in the final hour of June, she said

with her kaleidoscopic coyote laugh
and crook-eyed cricket gaze

she sipped her nightcap hot and holy
in her ripped and airy lilac gown

aiming cat-tails towards venus west
after sun had bolted down

full moon me, she said, with glee
whipping watermelons wild
inside rhubard ribbons racing
lacing up the vest of night

then offering peaches bruised just right
brewed up nicely for bruised hearts
led early plums with early stars
to come out playing without a fight

spiraling moon and madly mars
around the skinny of her scar

I’m not the dream you thought you had
she sang with all her lovely fangs

roam free, roam wide
throw the damned doors aside
unscrew yourself from doorjamb nights

was the last thing to me she said
before the month of June had fled

Paints Herself Inside My Sky

50CF6722-59B2-45E9-911A-C199DE418227This night-owl Luna wild-eyed
she paints herself inside my sky
washing walls that gather dust
making murals moonly must
of love and lonely lunar lust

illuminating rivers lost
coloring canyons filled with moss
or mud from eroded banks
from many months of ambling aches
leaving light in her wake

got no gate to keep her out now
she waxes why and wanes my how
gliding through with brushes wide
painting pictures, pulling tides
evoking images inside