Without ceremony
You grant me light
You bloom me grandiloquent
Spotting my leaf from mute
Faces may call you shrine
The giant heaved high
But this is not your religion
This is about me
My footstep silk
My holy mirrored being
Fishpond meditation
Fisting hate crumb by crumb
Between us there is my sanctuary
My ride home clocks
Deadlocking old souls
Who no longer fear bare skulls
For the tic of my time sits untouched
Six sense flashlights
For the human evolving lesson
Hired to soar above the bluest of air
Daily Archives: April 17, 2012
Dear Friend
Tonight again
Anxiety paddles luxury
Perfunctorily displaying sanatoriums
Underfoot stemming violet sinks
Sinks censoring voices
Your madman joyful roar
Sanity friend composer
Where are you
Your terrible calming notes
Articulating this skeleton jazzed
Fatiguing my nights to dingle
Cornering my thunderbolt memories
Dearest friend without you
Silence serpents me surgeons pain
Scalpel clever dancer rejoicing at my feet
My blood tries persuading charm
Unselfish this distant journey why don’t you
See me see me clear
I love you still
Our beating ancient madness
Draws us to misconceptions
Summon trombones our lighted comforting fate
Dispelling and arranging our hearts to see us
My Come Home Whiskey
Running away was the regrettable choice
Lesson the rivalry pride at home
With your veined mapped ancestors
Who love your mad
Your wild
Love your parents, the lamas, the trees and the Eskimos, unceasingly.
‘The first time I ran away I saw faces in the tree I heard voices in the in the storm they said . . water falls . .’
Running away was the regrettable choice
Little Stream
Have you found home
Lack of riffle stirring you wrong
Desiring gusts of noons
Your flesh self-artist reality
Dumb swimming with prudes
Skinning your stillborn laughs
Your solitary frown
Banking the ebbing tragedy
Be brave little stream
Apologize shoreline insanity
Hooking petroleum man fish spines
Be brave little stream
Be brave for your heroic gradient society
