quixotic flitting of eyes
slow movement
are you there?
i miss the vagrant nights
on streets cold and broken;
the intrigue of translation.
giving meaning to words
confused with percussion
of love or hatred,
emotional rapture
boxing up the beast within
and shipping it somewhere new,
through and through.
magnolia & the wild
heavy metal infused with lullabies
itchy skin from laying in nature’s bounty,
a rarity.
a breeze & a small tear,
rolling down hills of cheekbones &
lack of fear,
charged with gratitude
solitude.
where is the homestead
and the celebration i was promised?
at my inn on some constellation,
in sleep or heaven
is that where we go at night?
the mounds thicken
soft bodies under soil
glisten in release.
spirits removed,
placed here in the tree i gaze at
lovingly.
i feel the energy here like a child feels
their imaginary friend- effervescent and ever present.
the soul and the child are reconciled,
in fields of sand and stone
to die is to create little flowers
one that can stand on its own.
miraculous efforts to force the mind to think for itself
divulge truths of love, loss, greed, envy &
hopefully happiness
in infinite wealth.
the end of an era is near,
but we’re just getting started.
introjection seen on worn out projectors
in lavender and juniper
pain looms in fingernail scratches on ardent backs
in palms on disturbed beaches.
tires screeching,
follow the road in this heat.
American homes — open houses on Sundays to
get a glimpse of normality
painting over crayon covered walls from childhood ramblings.
take me to the top
jump off w/ me
hyacinth in caskets
ribbons on linoleum floors by water fountains &
broken mechanics.
i need you like a building needs columns
i want to build a Colosseum for you
erection of time
attraction
roses blooming in sacred spaces.
we fly away in amnesty
sunset sanctuary in ink
official stampings
i give you my hands.
the unstrikable match,
detach from dispatch.
the flames stretch to greet &
catch pain in throes of amber heat.
gears in the subconscious click,
movement in synchrony of
the elite,
emotional stance taken &
immune to defeat.
i pray by the bed in silk
like a child
with the soul of a mother
who has forged her
path:
neither meek nor mild.
distinctly human-
no longer is love viewed with
disdain,
no games, no trials, no Cain.
biblical in reference but
earthly in tonality,
a warm welcome to reality.
for the first time i dont
want to run away.
one chance;
I need to go to the store & buy
another trance.
a comfort zone is not something
i own-
can i buy that there too?
rugged & naive,
lost in ecstacy from daily
fasting &
dreaming of what could be.
waiting for eve;
the end is what I crave.
sculpt me out of jade so
i can feel stability, whole
tranquility.
by the tip of my pen
I can finally put my
finger on what’s within.
antiqued & sullen,
sugar-spun memories of
a simpler time
w/ reason & rhyme.
but memory fails;
time isnt moving – we are.
this blissful epiphany
envelops the room, in botany studies of
startling new concepts
scattered to the wind, pollinating brains &
entering open windows by chance.
kismet when we met,
uncalculated risk meets
reward of which we let.
lack of breath,
lying in wait,
please,
im sorry again, how many is
that to date?
how do you deny libations
when my fate is temptation:
memory fills the body with chemical
duality, i am there again,
with cable tv and vanilla coke;
weather channel on &
words bespoke.
too young to remember,
please pull me back
out of my nightmares
head first.
