You Give Renaissance a New Name

The apocalyptic whisper
of a shifting season

sighs a promise of awakened calmness
as a new moon groans in Virgo

Big thoughts and lofty ideas
rest easy on autumn Saturdays

when the air is nostalgically crisp
and my father’s final smile

reminds me that everything in life
is just as beautiful as you believe it to be

Poems are birthed at the brink
where perfect peace tongues the wound of nature’s oblivion

Kundalini shivers seize the flesh
even without the catalyst of a sneeze

a little touch of electric annihilation
sent straight from the source

Always looking for miracles and metaphors
when the truth is a literal shot to the heart