so that’s how I became
Cracked Egg.
(once broken forever leaking goo stuck melted crusty sap)
they prodded my
serene ivory enclosure
(with their brash talking silly laughter shush insignificant)
spoke over my soft
whine of naivety
(the older they are the more stern brow thick mind forget)

don’t mess with my
childlike!
(deep inside they cough awkward feel distant shake sift)
I will stand up
for my youth.
(I am metal strong no cracks building foundation know)
as you incubate-digress
in your membrane of
mottled
maturity

reverberate through my selfish desires
oh Named One.
bathe me in the excruciating love
thou hast blatantly ****** to the
lowered-gaze downtrodden

pawn my faults away
forever into spider traps
and replace them with whiffs
of your most diminutive grace

challenge my obstinate circles
with hushed psalms of beckon
that my nascent view may
broaden to allow your vividness

for my cells gasp for thy luster
as much as the nearest plant’s.
when I crane my neck
at an angle worthy of your scrutiny
may I also comprehend
the necessity of your doting severity

clasp me in the jar of your maternity
***** it tight
so that when I sing
it echoes into all the chambers of your heart

reign me in like an
expensive decorative fish
in a shark tank

fly me to the door
slip me out of it
then cry for the good work
you have accomplished.

but forever
shove me
enclose me
encase the colors of your
sorrow
into the flowers of your
joy

for a mother’s greatest
bitter taste
feeds us better than the
richest feast

When I am bittering myself
with butterflies
of my own painting
Don’t stop yourself.
pick up a paintbrush.

forever catch me
latch me
grasp me as your jubilant burden
neglect your sticky fear
for it is evermore
as close as the horizon

I call you through Audible
the auspicious click- whirrrrrr
of voice-violin-strings

(sometimes wind tells me
you don't listen)
the empty response
of car upholstery
gnaws on
my attempts?

(But you answer through Poets)
the punctuated; nonsense
of- everything Important
slammed stuck. stretched-
like pebbles plopping
from your bluest you

coagulate my soul
oh wind,
flush my brute
me-ness
out of this landscape
and instill
clarified serenity.

send my gentle salute
to the soft fauna,
the slippery ones
who divulged their grace
to my philistine vision

divorce every
Peopled Preference
(moneyednewroadstrafficreports)
and Terminate the scent
of those who wrench
the sweet tang of Spring
from this downy mossed asylum

(and plas-stick it into
fraudulent bottles
for decrepit wrinkled
“Lacquer Rouge” lips
to desecrate)


ferment the scape
forever into my
Fickle Recollection
so that
as I regress
to my most sickly
human configuration
I may still be

part Sky,
part Dust.

Stick with me like I stick with

lemons?
(or maybe upon the broad rock
we can shift silly laughs
from me to you to the people.)

crack my heart like lightening does
so absolved of its tact
so deranged in its pla yfu lne ss.
and that you may sing always-
blow bubbles with me in this
terribly grown up business.

sneeze merrily the sounds of
everyday worldlife
lets bless them together
treading on coals
of childish  curiosity

and such that maybe
you and I will traipse with
subtle spirit companions
who cherish moisture of the air,
colored sparkles in the street.
Our feet nod their noble acquiescence
as we tread the Everywhere
in tandem chirping

for as a summer day was had
before the rain
between the heat
she shackled, sliding
her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze

and as she shimmered
silence listened
between her breaths
above the children
the blackness gasped a purple spot
and mothers danced
the raining shot

because beyond the people stand
the hands, the face
the mother land
beyond the selfish
above the cruel
between the violence
about the soul

she dances
spreading quaking laughs
the brittle branches
happily splash
the wind it loves
her silly games
he plays along
makes swirly rains

they all continue
as they should
beneath the will
inside the could
because as all the
weather folks know
she does not
will not
obey them so

she leaps, she sings
her made up song
just how she feels
she’s never wrong
she dances
with her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze

Between the streets of skepticism strong,
if when you lace the light of joy and fail,
if violent gestures thick command the throng,
and solemn lips proclaim their faith went stale
then Halt! and know that I believe: the hands
that heal though we have pierced them in our sin,
the generations numbered as the sands,
the golden book, and seeds of faith within

My voice which beckons from a distance space
and begs you to sustain your love through grace.

Oh thou, partaker of peace
with whom I swim in wondrous myriads of blessings-
we pass them,
like handfuls of smooth hard rice
beneath a mist of translucent courage

oh that I could stay
betwixt this hollow of hope
forever waxing and waning
with every tender breath you steal

but go now.
with my hands at your back-
I will slap you if you stay
for I will be within your feather heavy heart
like a twist inside a pocket watch

we count time together.
so go.

chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

why won’t you smile at your youth?
you stride in the fairyland
of woods and bigbadwolves
and by you I stride.

despite wrongly flowered turns
and yellowbrick folly
I am your Supervisor

the masked will flaunt
overpracticed laughs of evil
and the Haggard Ones witch brew lizards legs
may even  
--stick-- you with sharp pins of Discomfort Curse
but I will --stick-- with you

The dangerous road loves lost princes.
you feel
moths-at-light-fatigue
but ever at the end
I,
Happily Ever After,
will climb inside
your nestled foolish cocoon
to spin your gold and
design your perfect maidens.

chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

Why won’t you smile at your youth?

When I walk on
the treadmill roads
Intended
by my selfish feet
****** thy hands into my soul
and Yank
misused
marionette strings

reverse my decisions
inverse my positions
delightfully
discordantly

refract
your light into mine eyes
that blinded I may see
with humbled mottled clarity
thy boundless charity

transcend my omissions
And mend my revisions
emphatically
radically

do this
with harsh
decided love
protective father smile.
make every step
I feebly take
worth your matchless while

rehearse my transgressions
transverse my digressions
dramatically
tyrannically

the dance you wield
with tangled strings
shall far exceed
my selfish dreams
so tear, dear father
every whim
devote me
solely
unto Him