The Never WIll

"the sky speaks it language through tree branch..."
said the said Monkey
to the Camel
" tree branch
beggars in the sky"

And I overheard  earby Duck whisper
"no one else must ever know. "
and  I don't know why







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August and counting

daybreak in your world
evening in mine
and all that lies between us
is a word
we pretend
not to see
in our sleep


but don't look now
the sensation
from turning
your head could
be fatal

....

a truth about here and now

moved by shadows
not love
through circumstances

even knowledge
pressed with promise
full of  what I see living my life
with fingers
and teeth


into all that
is and  isn't
  misunderstood

..

Six times six is thirty six

a  slow time rushes into my nerves
past the black around flames
and fills my consciousness with invisible light

In Sacred communal ultrasonic fields
an intimacy found with empty space

.

summer story

Yellow and black
apple and pick a
winter
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the
unreachable
verb


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feeding the cats

I don't do  much anymore
but that doesn't mean I'm "still" crazy
( which of course I am)
 I don't mind roaming
room to room thinking about
how much I hate myself and laughing



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chinook

i feel you  here

 how?

as night sleeps in  shadows
so You say
oceans dance in your eyes
and then it all folded into
rightly into a dream


..





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Don't dawdle

why dawdle or rush into it
allow the process to end the process
and let it all run together

#homeless@36
weightless
average
end



,

Nine thoughts at once

9 thoughts at
once because of lingering effects

things I could never be
fill in the blanks



.

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




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