blue smile night

listening to the stars dream
reaching out dilated pliant

I can't take my eyes with me
into this drop of night left circling around through  history
Makes me laugh
with passion
accepting

How long will I have this moment's ornament
twilight  in a dusky workshop
winter is summer
both  born  expected

a world of things and a
path through life purer than I thought




..

six letters

if you listen
you can hear the words
turning into glass

If life was a carnival,
which it is...
I would be selling
tickets, not going
on rides

and when I think about you
all I hear is thrombosis




..

what side of me I'm on now

I look through the water
past closed libraries
and fabric
down
into pools under
walk through
air

All I need is
seen through water
a symbol that
puts together how I feel

falling from clouds
a  new sea
waiting to open to the sun

.

.

to prove everything might be god

at the center of the sky's breadth
where souls embrace in imaginative ways
our dream doesn't care
that it doesn't matter

who's looking or
who's laughing
here in it all

because everything is
falling together
now
even the Hundred Things
gently lift and
fall
as if nothing was ever taken away


.

From Muscles To Mother Moose

words can't escape
the sweeping hands of a clock

repeated in circles
its movement
intent like these
three hands
and three heads



want  to see...
have to see you

.

Above all the spirits and blood

stained fragments


the very sun

that shone on her shoulders

   that parches your throat

   that does not reach

down

into this verse

that even now
is still

caged of this earth

.
.

Things you can count on

styrofoam rocks thrown into the wind

This Is Evening Three Hundred and Six


colder than snow-frozen tears
and winter's unbroken clouds
 "I'm sorry
 I don't know anything."

Floating under the moonlit sea
angels above
dancing on water

are the children green Giggling yet?



..

Seven thirty Seven

 words  spread
like butter on toast

 ... I still can hear
     without lips

 - stopped now
in the middle of a complete sentence

I pinch myself

 left here to end something
I don't know how to define

.

shell

Where would we
would you not like to be
 

with everything
holding on to everything else
the ocean spoke
How can my love be felt in the world
like your love in every sense of the word

of God and Forever
Amen

.

post needed

Remember
we used to say
what's the word I'm looking for

Wondering
like when you think you know
but still can't remember
A name

Something is about
this that's missed

Separate in  Andromeda


..

Your not far away

We freed each other
without truth or voice
 with  "what's"

hidden between words
only seen held up to the sky



....................!

Heartbeat speeches from seeds

She said" it IS
amazing how a song can make

the whole day like a musical"
he was thinking about asking
"what about if I made an 'other' choice
answered with    :more sadness

If you think about it
more likely
maybe sadness maybe joy
and the world "meaningless"
came to mind.


Well, nothing to learn here
or even there or three
places at once
because if there
then
and what I don't know
is all that matters



...

the meaning of Akin

because  was enough
and  enough had become like
the car recalled

chaos heat or a storm
neither swept through  brains or eyes
boneless  wet season
blowing dry

I admire the consistency of range but

but oh the sick days
hidden as diamonds come out
akin to a confession

.

enfolded layers

"I'm doing a drawing damn you"
A thought I've never had
It was always a chore to draw

I hear a strange sound
rippling the silence
In severed  dreams
rainbows implode and disappear
Into the ghostly rose
of some forgetful purity

A gaze into the soul of love
that keeps awake the world




....0

selfie

Counting the branches
reaching
in space
between thoughts


I no longer need words


 click


 older and deeper than
what lies between us

He woke near a window
drowning in light

with  ocean
scents
and a fake looking sky

 i count on my tears to jump the fence and
 free my imprisoned smile


...x

towards the flat end of the sky

wide open
long lasting
heart pointed in your direction moments like these are
like


flying skyward in
smooth silence
through clouds pulsing the sky

.

thermal tounament

To the vastness and truth
of who we are

I wait in an
unfolding now blue sky
warm born inside
as early spring

 light comes down through  the gaps
amid this morning  like silence
through the high windows cut out of light
Inside the constant embrace  
wonderful
aren't  you

thoughts that are
where a heart  belongs
bring memory to space, sparrows and time




.-

Cesarean Escape

All the smile
where
bodies made of bone flesh and air

 lip touch the sky


fall fruit fall
fall fruit fall

.

.

yellow grey black

My heart is
a duct of ever flowing tears

a slow squeezed pillow
cloud
dissolving itself
into the sea

in dark space
curled back
seeping forever


.


.

vulnerianism

to circle round
like a balloon

in the quiet space between
words

 In world
 blind wind
 with  birds
 dawn and camouflage


.

without in one syllable

once upon a time without words
eagles flew above the herds


 -

space

 


space
has a voice

like the full moon passing over calm needles of light

its full voice
full  in once empty arms
 through wind
 over frosted grass




a lullaby
 a wish

Missing  is trying to remember


..

Seven

daylight caught in the summer as
words

oozing across the screen
broken into emotion remnants

all the right words where they ever are
even into proto words

brush a thistle together and form me

,,
 

Money, I'm Sorry

streaming in two
open doors, and
It’s all happening


all I begin
alls fall from my mouth
as the moon cries because
its gone with the
glow core of its eternal rockets


reflect O thirst
sun spread

It's all daydreams
like the sign trying to
escape its flashing lights



..

Her eyes said guess

as daylight causes summer words

as countless un
frozen forms

forms forming from
inside two golden mirrors

wear all out what they actually are

and there are no crimes
in loving in a selfless way

and that's what you want in a poem
so it doesn't have life




.

The control of awesome powers

resembling
thought into thoughts
echoing off alabaster
played back in time



The  reassembly of  precious current...
mind forever Things
now even have things


into pick up and move mountains
or into two pieces
or  the gift of memory

seen through
circles of time

..