The red and golden dragon dances,
Spinning the spiral firefly lanterns,
Through spring, summer, autumn, winter then
a drum that beats in silent scream.
Prayers pollute the muted air,
Frankincense pollutes the stars,
The stars like pins pollute the sky,
And sky pollutes the endless night,
That rings the silver bells of time.
If to love you more would be a crime,
I'd be spurned and spilled a thousand times.
Cicadas and the whippoorwill
Scream in the dog-bite coward's ear,
The ugly fool who spurned the angel,
Robards, singing ribbon crimson threads,
The fabric of a well-loved life
lies tear stained, tattered, rended there.
A silence of a single glance
Falls like an angel snowflake feather,
Love's embrace rejected, awe,
Forgive-me-naughts;
Black roses chilly weather brought.
RIP slow talkin' jones, you will be loved twice as much as you are missed.