Tempered Towards

thoughts of space
between the words
infinite aleph…
hurtling towards

legs and wax
and sudden tax
like sharp the pain
of acid rain

thoughts compressed
strained and dressed
stored and cured and…
tempered towards

And Time was in Between

Spent and sorry
lord and lories
lost in someone’s dream

Cross and thorns
and tricks and horns
spent on peach and cream

No one thought
as soldiers fought
and time was in between

Homeless tatters
all life matters
now you hear me scream

Skate and ride
and frame and fry
the only living dream

at last the sky
melancholy sigh
sleeping by the stream