I live here
Twice on Sunday
Where I stand swallowing cold air

Most of the time I meditate
And the message believes me
Bending my blue garment unloose

Amazed compassionately idling
In the hum of my voice
Witnessing this wait

My lecturing best
Linguistic settling fate
Curling grass for sun

The sun thinks nothing of this
She is mystical and wild
Tired of my dark crime

Prefers my trembling gentility
It’s loving kleptomaniac decor
Wandering flowered parallels
Trusting my spirits aftertaste

Apologies let me explain
Under this roof they sit
Rising the words of this poem

Loosening my simple face
Craving my generations gone
Their tidal kneed cribs

The ancestral headstone puzzlement
Where lions once caged their roars
Refusing the heart eased feed
Tonguing unhappiness anorexia

Setting my mad brilliantly free
Sighing dust particles
Fusing their death in my dreams

For you
I have abandon’d my theme
Which does not appear comprehensible

Your love was all
For I have missed you
Your faithful goodbyes

Touching this personality in the midst of my thirty seventh year
Hovering steadily defining my previous life
Why?
Why me?

I don’t want this knowing
Of universe versed lines devouring force
Vivifying the modernized greed
Anticipating uncivilized religion

For I seek nothing but natural death
The actual living light of rapture and adoration
Carefully knowing in the luminosity of it’s own