Images that refuse to add up

let me see this heart
always beating for coarse sonnets
like warm light on Sunday afternoon
next to the shadowed bridges
miles east of here
that keep coming back
not asking for much

If I am wrong tell me when I'm right
Draw me to you,
more than anything else
through the failures laughter and tears
Be patient with me


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pulled over

things running off my surface open me up 
as I keep wandering through the crowd

I watch for flames rising from the edges
can I get past this?

At the edge I stand back and look on
I swallow and take of life all its loneliness
Are there are no ghosts in darkness that can bring 
me closer to this place?

How little I know of the shadows 
stretched out into light 

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tvnews

two distant spaces
in a dark universe
true love or just a matter of taking sides?

close to our eyes the 
restless voices left behind
pool the warm grey ash
doing what people have always done.

truth burns softly in perfect harmony with
the shadows covering our dreams from yesterday   
so timeless and widely spread

Pall mall cats

Me and I
have established cross identity

But the other three (of us)
insist on imagining we
never learned a language

communication is overrated
anyway



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RIP Kitten Little

Tonight's empty pages 

lie still and white

as blistered eyes

scan through the colorless darkness 

 searching, hoping,crying 

trying to find 

bits of a lost humanity 

Kitten Little  2000-2019

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when to take the cat

sleeping till noon
picking at the cottoncorner... Trying to feel the tree
inside the long forgotten white paper
No, this is not something written about other people's considerations or how my repressed, silent sigh started crying again or
The way you are watching my mouth move, or mouths moving.
It's summer and the vines repeat like
soldered tears and twist your body back into my heart
in between commercials
thier mirage fails and
Stillness finishes the walls
before I ever could
they said there's a  ban now on bread and berries
and the sun's gone to sleep for 20 years
because nothing anyone's saying makes any sense.



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the cat

                                               today I was startled
                                                      by that only person
                                                                 more alive than spring

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the space between trees

quietly
trees touch each other
inching to clouds
inching downward

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Our love grows by the our

patience waiting

Our love grows by the our
communicating
our silence

stretched out from inside 
turning, dropping our eyes from the gaze

like slow time
lifting the falls
on the back of it all
It's true
souls stretched out past the world
feeling things we need to know
all the time at the same time
squeezed into sunshine from how fast
time'g got
to stop calling out in the night
like this


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block grin

when all the lovers were

laying back quietly

thinking

about whatever dream

we skipped

to the ending

too lazy

to take in air

unraveling before us into

one love

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the stable

My mind wanders about
All the times I thought
like this
the only truth was
about those feelings
too big to fall through
Because there must be something else
something I can’t even imagine floating

in a brilliant stream
of light

from the author
of oceans
water spouts
fire and
other sacred
things
how everything shines

Scored in
solitary lines
or soaring from cliffs
loud in the
corners of eyes

The singing instrument
under a covered canvas
reminder
that like a love grows
I can't escape
or stop summer from raining

A long time ago
ambition became unobservable
and on the surface of a falling body
everything is impossible

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strange triangle

3 random lines

atriangle around
a certain sentence
on the surface

touching so alone and
passed over
Until now

This must be
what was long ago
absorbed by the spirit of the astral body
and transformed consciously even now

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