Of the stars and nights
Circling into
Yellow and circular more
Twist roll out to blues
That twist the black hope
And steeple
Of the people
That would shudder to think

He walked among them
And would dream this
And see it into stroke

Deliver the back break
And gold fields
Of wheat
To the edging black wings
They edge the pickers
They weigh their burden
And carry into
Sudden night

To see a man
As he sees himself
And cannot hear
the left of himself
Or see the right of it

And a red haired madman
Holds our discomfort
And the utter
Beauty of it
Bristles through
With raving disclosures
Bristles splayed blue and black

Much as if the bruises to
An unowned sanity
And his fear of going unnoticed
But oh the irony
Of the insane existence
Of genius
And it’s departure

Of color
And it’s carry on
Through spirit
And inspiration
Wherever it is found
It has been proven
More formidable than death
A formidable opponent

Indeed

It has served some purpose
My human being
My strength in episodic reach
The collaborative effect
Come pheromones to nostrils
That rounds pupils
Breaking out in embrace
Skin to skin for a moment
Though it might chance souls touching

My human being alive
Being proud of her show
Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared
In the other minds eye
Let alone ..
daily plans
Breakfast
The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly
And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs prepared

Discrepancies the thickness of yolk
Minor and shades of yellow like discourage
It was un brave of us to fear the trembling

....
But so very human being of us to begin the act
....
So very

And on and on
This comfortable horizon

....
So very human being

When seeing Red

Had I possessed
An astrologer’s poetic vagueness
Along with a mind bent
Like the ******* of Saints
A slow cautionary peace
Dubious to react
When prodded and poked
By eyes direct
And boasting a manly strength

Had I possessed this
And had not preferred the sound
Of crack a bone whip and snap
The cold breaking sound
Of meaty
And violent reckoning
With those who concerned me
With a complacent idiocy
And question piled upon question
Some fragile corroded brick
So brittle I might blow them down

Had I possessed
Arms gathering awareness
Like gentle summer storms
Pulling up grey and billowing clouds
Only to empty
And replenish
A kind and fruitful way to turn
Would be destruction

My heart then..
she would not hurt so
When my mind wanders through my castle built
Of selfish walls held tight by a mortar worth its weight in only gold
Gold holds no value in the heavens

....
  
These strongholds
like legs
It is like I could not walk without them
As if with all my might
I could not breathe without them

They split my middle
Of love and hate
And on one side I could not win
And with the other
I am unfamiliar

While snapping green beans

I sit in the sun today  
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change  

There is music in my ears  
Pokey Lafarge  
Wailing  
"I need something to, **** me up!"  
It is down home muddy water wailing  
I am snapping beans  
Grinning at the pop  
And eating what drops  
  
The music changes  
"But nothing, is never ending.."  
In my headphones  
And I consider this  
And look at the familiarity in my hands  
They are my grandma's knuckles  
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit  
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time  
I see her in them so clear  
And I see my mother bent over a row  
And I see my youth beside her  
  
The woman's voice in my ears  
Is throaty and ****  
Now I find a sensuality in the task  
It's intent to pleasure the receiver  
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon  
And feel a peculiar satisfaction  
The pleasure of pleasuring  
And it might be afternoon  
And it will feel like mid day love making  
The serious and just must have you  
Delicious kind  
  
"And nothing is never ending.. "  
Oooh ooh ooooh...  
I sing and drop the green beans in the ***  
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms  
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way  
I bet so, hope she still does  
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad  
And her way with him  
And my Grandma  
With my Grampa  
Hope she did  
I bet so  
That would have been something strange to understand back then  
But now..  
Oooh oooh oooh...  
  
"Nothing, is never ending...  "  
  
I miss my husband today  
It is not often I do this much  
When this *** is done  
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon  
But none with the look in his eyes  
They would simmer through the swallow  
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation  
  
The last weekend I had with my son  
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I  
It was a sweet few hours  
The next time I can  
I will show her how to make a good *** of green beans  
  
Oooh ooh oooh...  
"Nothing, is never ending.."  
I think the lady might be mistaken

Like salted wet
And slipping through the grass
Between thighs spread
Parted clouds of white
And peeking sun
The shine
The welcome
And brilliant effects
On shining face

of the sea
Of rocking
of the moon
Dazzling the shell
its pink to pearl
By your bit of sand

From pooling stillness
tidal build will find its heights
It comes
Announced by a cry of God
And your name only
And it will smack down upon you

Flesh soakened
And seared
My stamp put on your neck
By ankle kisses
Below each cheek
Poseidon’s blush
A fever of rush
And sweet urge

The clover
Scent you cut
By each turn of phrase
And hidden glance towards me
By every revolution of your tongue
And nuance
Not so subtly imposed

It turns towards the sky and breathes freely
Shouts itself into the breeze
With the abandon
Of the dandelion
Where once she sheltered herself
By yellowed residue
On fumbling fingers