Reflections...Notes, Poems, etc

instead of a profile, reflections is like having a little notebook of my more intimate thoughts available as a companion piece to the blog...
                                                3am
I awaken suddenly
jolted from dreamless dreams
as the moon crests
over the edge of black damask night
my body thick and still with pain
like a tree
laden with over ripe fruit
no peach promise
or apricot delight
my bent limbs heavy
from a tainted crop
the soft rotting fruit
ready to fall
or be picked clean
by the little birds of time
somewhere in the distance
the shrill female wailing of a siren
assails the night