sichler

sally

providence has shut me out
me
my craggy tooth smile
crying despising delta mood
penchant for people food
impatient mouth might steal a bite
estuarine crocodylus porosus
jerking on human moroseness
here is where I weep
riparian hourglass
grain by grain
old inland seas brim with ricochets
isisfordia
fossils of love and grief

© David Sichler

luck is in the sights of the mariner's crossbow

circumference of skies
feathers fall as letters of love for those that can’t fly
the flock is galvanised cellophane
your solitary ways never belonged
pinned above a beautiful ache
thermals on the equator rise like cabernet
since you’ve been away
flowers white as your coat have decayed
today the albatross lands with the appellation of omen
freedom the stranger that can’t be caged

© David Sichler

deja vu is a quantum alarm set for snooze

angel as a canopy wing
you stayed with me long enough to fill my lungs with freedom
bleach my eyes
erase what I have seen

from the guts of lever harps
animal strings hunt with a water dog’s nose
irrevocable fellows in the pursuit of injured hope
he is the song of baroque sutures
he wanders a somnambulant state
a recurring jentacular wake
crumbs on lips
tasting of something he had

© David Sichler

The throat
as a corrugated road
rattles a traveling thought
ague conscience
allied to a barking hacksaw
severs from chain
the creaking rhythm of a cooling hot plate
talc rain skin pours from the belly of a domestic kiln
settling with inverted ease
snow dome plastic captives on an axis
borrowing and lending the same yellow dime

© David Sichler

tom rode pick-up for falling cowboys
reins in hand
gap between his teeth
appeared like a frost on christmas eve
swag and two blue healers
running angry circles at the mention of tourists
he was prone to peripatetic feet
there’s no water or topsoil in
kupa-piti
just precious stones
houses half buried and holes
holes for missing persons
opals have a way of making persons missing
travel a road that splits the arid in two
corrugated as iron
chalk dry
he won’t be there when you arrive
I imagine when he smiles
colts still gallop from the gap between his teeth

© David Sichler

Young Scarlet Ibis ~ Junger Scharlachsichler ~ Ibis rouge ~ Eudocimus ruber

The name comes from the vibrant orange-red color of the adult birds as can be seen in one of my previous pictures and which is result of the bird’s diet (red crustaceans).  

2013 © Jesse Alveo

Witch winds of healing spells and brilliant spores
caress lace sails hoisted by Munchausen’s crew
knives concise
virus from vice
squeeze the tiny vessels from fictitious wounds
sailing self-made circles in the onion footprints of satan’s grease
igniting viable adversaries to challenge conservative speak
human imprints pepper the emptiness in-between
the universe is indifferent
Machiavellian Gods are within

©David Sichler

Mindful of the fall
I build my nest close to the ground
in the molars of society
they dress well during carnivorous spells
their captured prey spread four ways
toothpicks lance at my remains
fatal flutter between pheasant and quail
décolletage impaled
Orion stabs with first light
flocks bleed out
birds tease the memories of Perdix into a Rorschach sky

©David Sichler