the weathering

On words needing a voice,

inspiration, air, waking life and love...

Elements wash the mountains flush with colors

that change with second looks

speaking with ease and nonchalance

It's enough to forget such natural things

but why is it enough?

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life lined

And as if to make this point

I go back for a moment to look

after the foreseeable future

making anything at all into

everything equal

Perhaps its only thin air but 

how comforting to think this road

leads toward that horizon

Im here in the lines you might pass over

a reminder that we all make images of 

anything everything and nothing at all

like the living spirit running through all things

never ending in one lasting scene

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A black 
   wasp's long knife
   makes the world look

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replaced with words

drenched in silent moments
the inescapable vibration
melts around me
the infinite melodies and dreams 
like I swallowed time
Im trying to let them out of this gentle veneer

if you say
that truly takes strength 
and strength is love
or that i will remember this
be careful of imagination 
between those lines

but I need some way to get these thoughts out before summer
and believe we just need to recognize
their own strange beauty and wisdom

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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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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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