Wiggle Room or Sock Escape

City tree out of place

Mired in cross communication wires

Bumping up sidewalk cracks

Got tangled up in shoe

So the toe makes a break for a hole in the sock

Small root projection tearing through the cloth

Angling for some air

Fresh away from the other 4

Still that foot insists on coming along

Chipped purple nail polish out on the town

Mud pie fare of water and dirt

No more cause

Little toe is making like a leaf

Drinking up the light

© 2008 Audri Phillips

Photographs of Dorian Gray

Time's scythe, shuttered by a camera obscura
Purchased with quarters and dimes
Pressed from the hands of true believers
Not saved over the years but
Caught with a net at moment's intent

Due payment, the transaction is applied
Like layers of white gauze over
A row of swollen stitches
Unsanctified healing

Alive like a bullet from a flash of powder
Air oxygen ferrous clay breathes and sweats

Sweet salt develops into images
Inside the darkroom every fraction of a second
Servants of will-power stoke the boiler
Bladed shutters open

When the gauze falls away
Scars of indiscretion are masked by
A cake of cadmium persona

Chord Progression

Morning
Awakening awash with filtered stripes
Blind light
Strange soft shadows
Clamorous discourse outside
The drone

T Rex descendants
Liberated high in the palm of the sky
Dancing and chirping through the octaves
Every note lofted by the wind
The echo

Where is the on flight melody
When in the winged cycle
The song bird is born and dies on the same chord
The hum

Sound over time
Music or discord
The circle of fifths
Offering only a new sharp
My father remembers nothing
The progression

My little black cat
Grace leaps onto my breast
The purr

Do I lose this as well to the
Twilight

© 2008 Audri Phillips