winsome shadows

in the winsome shadows of the dark green hills,
covered
with thick dark fur trees,
they watched the thin lake quivver in the twitching breeze
their eyes glancing down the long expance
the sky painted on the sheet of glass.
and there they saw an eagle
soaring
high above their own heads
imprinted on the dappled surface
of the ever changing water that
shivered below their feet.

jUDY bLUE eYES

soup cans
stacked like plastic candy-canes
their irridescent glow
sprayed across her face
just like paint
age
etched away in every line
curling across time and space
words can't describe
the emotions hidden, behind those burnt blue eyes
coloured
neon, just like her hair, peroxide blond
dyed badly in someone's bathroom sink
in some hotel
on Hastings street,
where the guilded buildings gleam
with summer sweat on a humid day, they
look long shadows
at those below them.
molded lace curtains
sputter in the false breeze, that chudders up from
the thick buses below,
smelling
like cheap liquor and raunchy cigarrettes,
woven into her hair,
just like the braids she wears
put in so long ago
by somebody else, who didn't really care.