return

to the sun
as the air
to the ocean
runs between the
evening of every moment


the unintended
and the unimagined

like homemade
creatures from a distant land
find themselves thinking about
thought ; too tired to fall asleep
forever

.

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



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