Month: August 2022

Winds and Windows

Winds and Windows

evaporated sting, hangs mid air
effervescent of lilac, and stone
ground petal into dust, clouds of rust
falling in winds, in airs of lust
twinkle of light off a window pane
see beyond into the pain
held the sour stale, bare
words to caress, flowing hair
twists come from above
stars falling in a lace
inhale once, twice to remember
how the air laid bare
a soul's stare.

7/8/22 - Andy McRae

Ripples in Water

Ripples in Water

skipping stones, alone
angry at them, and worlds
when I hear a caplunk.

water ripples surround
deathly still
vast circle
rock locked in place.

drawn forward in
hysteria, heart pounding
swimming out to meet
stillness creeping.

down into my bones
I struggle to stay afloat.

bubbles gargle out
body drug into the depths.

below the deepest reaches
beyond bottomless.

darkness encroachs.


awaken in a field of steel
walls glimmer in a dank darkness
a roof bowling out from center
crystal pillars surround me
7 in groups of three.

summoned from depths
an unholy spirit of black cloak
appear before me devil's arm.

red spheres break the black
ghastly figure draws out
a grotesque knife, crooked
misty black, dripping ink
and into my chest, it sinks.

Terror, life rising, then falls
walls crumbling all around
floor erupting in sparks.

room goes dark.

chest up then down.

air rushing in.

a body washed up on shore.

7/22/22 - Andy McRae

Crimson Bathes Violet

Crimson Bathes Violet

dark water bubbling to a froth
violet light peeks through
from down below

a canopy rings the open pool
life void here, this spot
what devilry exists.

emerged slowly from under
a haze of froth and light
purple halo crowned.

a figure risen, steps upon waters
so suddenly the torrent stops
the shore, there they stop.

women clad in purple cries
venom unfurled, to me hurled
toxic or divine.

choking for breath 
lies cover my eyes
is this mine. 

succumb to a black void
where she sings out
longing for my heart.

so she may rip it out
crimson bathes violet
an ordeal most violent.

8/14/22 – Andy McRae

The Silhouette Dies

The Silhouette Dies

silhouette off there stands
far to reach, too close to stay
corporeal being emerge
a figure as fine as sand
sung of sirens blare
this head ringing in
waves of nausea
take this hand and said
adventures can ensue
just reach to stars
with the lightest touch
erosion begun
like a sand sculpture
the silhouette dies
fine dust carries over
in wind I choke
for time lies
and visions wane
this is the end
a painted lie
the silhouette dies.

8/15/22 - Andy McRae