today

is just another flying lesson

if the path ends

and you can't go any farther

before you turn around

listen for a song

the us

ours will be the first perfect marriage

the defect

every person has something in common
with someone else in the world

crickets

with day finally closed
crickets quickly
lift thier song

underneath
cleft notes
left written
with no ears
to listen

they feel
the dissonance
and
stop

time out

the love i sought is mindless
aimless
still
silent

the love i found is
beckoning
forward
lustful

my love beckons
flower-like
I have become a child.

on tradition

finding yourself
leaving for
the hidden
seasons

between the horror
and love of being someone
feeling loosening
the grip unfolding
to one way direction
stop
seeing through
wool with the sum first

then counting forever
a missing whisper

some things are so beautiful

that you don't want to remember them

Dead Man's Bells

"We are here"
he shouted from crisp lips
A deep articulated freshness
climbed the glossy sky
future timed
night broken

A friendly brawl with
the valley whore woke the
man's white throat

"You have brought me the world"

Beyond the leaves and trees
the air appeared to understand
A mocking bird from nearby spoke
and the foxgloves echoed in silent
laughter.

Requiem

we watched to see our
love die waited until
we were certain our
love was dead and
now we sing together
our requiem

depart slowly love
so that i may kindly kill you
and in my death wish of ashen dust
we may find new outlets
for our creativity

text to faith 1/11

love lies waiting deep within all as bread in the soil and sunshine
in the nebulous dust of space