X aka swamply

 

In the desert he saw

the purple moon

in the dotted sky

and they carried away 

his secrets

 nature's  spiritual pursuits 

 things having an influence on my mind 

nonhuman beings 

x

fate twisted hearts

nights stand

holding hands a swinging chain

back and forth 

repetitions of sincerity

and the unforgettable 

rhyme 

racing into dream creamy showers 

of  hearts run-through

performing the scenes 

of a romantic play

with the audience ever held

at the point of tears

$.. 

night waves

drenched by a silence

replacing words

 I swallow  time as

my spirit glides into a mirage-

posting  into the blank multiverse 

to clear the uneveness 

tell the world if your heart has

a lot to say

even if it's just  tumbling feathers 

into  the dryer.

*(2i*)

Every morning

caress escape 

wave wave movement infinite  upward

planned simple

and end and and , in that case, and

after a lot of reflection

didn't really matter  

and I swear I'm happy

.

an unexpected calm

 pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles 

I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare

as I walk past empty tables  

marble scattered on the walls

hid by life and temperature  

pleeding an  outer universe We light candles 

 Her eyes are stars of twilight 

  -Like all beginnings 

when color changes   contrast   emerges 

into a unique landscape 

None can dim a healthy world entirely

 though mesmerized   

I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness 

but just for a moment...

before or just after the whirlpools 

draw me too deep within

Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.

.4

Resting as I do

 

in a soft windless steady rain

There is still the first rule 

The world reinvents itself 

in a continuous  pulse

without first step

or torch with blazing light  

in song

from the universal note

Night's sensation

a human body of liquid time

controlled by the Earth 

beside me in electrical charges held in blood acid

beaming warmth light moving my lips eyes like tides

A thousand emotions into a version of the past I forgot existed.

*

what I return to you

While we move the stars in some way I'll never understand

vibrating and swinging in an arc across the sky 

long fingers retracing love’s wondrous  persistence.

God's putting space again in my eyes 

Moving  honestly 

Believe  in the universe closest to you

and that I don't name names,,,

Use your radar to circumnavigate the back screen 

the radiologist, books, and the aerial mixing of words with pauses   

In trying to view thing this way

You may find spirals too within soft tissue

and words with eyes breathing cold echoes into your heart

what I didn't come to say

The voice that slows and catches paused dreams 

looking back just saying simply what to do 

pinpointing curiosities

 not in weakness or fear,  but in confidence 

with comfort and calm

I'm going to Believe 

4/3

no fusilli abrupt pronouncement

 

that the faintest breath 

contains the deliverance from our tears

closets

escapes 

conclusions

all  initiative and memory

all as well  

• laggardly, 
• leisurely 
casually 

slowly withered the day into night  

  '^

As storms prepare

they will see that

life inside you now 

here and forever 

other things happening  

not by work alone 

 

The thunder prepares its part in the storm

from behind glass in silence

and under rocks

now forced to fly 

the uncensored spine

unwinds its tree branches 

shattering the antique china

.

a source of hunger

waiting to not belong

not all wrong

to be turned with dust 

into sunflowers on these

red hills 

climbing high on the trees 

being with leaves missing edges

lost forever.

running through the 

chasms of a songbird's

digestive  system

dancing to the changing score and 

movement

.

Grandma's Stolen (Monkey Bread)

 

Every now and then she baked

And we'd all come in saying nothing that mattered. 

waiting for that soft lump to grow

as big as the room it was in

 I remember us all standing on the chairs by the lamp 

and her telling us to get down

before she finished one of  her stories.

(..and if I ever see her again )

She always ended with "and that's the way it was."

 and the room was always warm and friendly.

^