Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry
And the snow on the branch, now, “Calandra, never worry.”
Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary
In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey

Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry
Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries
Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye
Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly

On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land
Where the children are told how to fear their hands
Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched
We stomp and we squeak to the air on, we march

A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored
Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward
But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage
And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made

May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang
The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day
Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh
Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh

Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink
The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks,
“O small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.”
The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come

Jewel in the eye, dome of peace
Returneth casts our masks beneath
Iris besets, “Berceuse, my mess.”
Sad, for slowly nights a guess.

Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust
A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust
Navigating, where galleys waste strewn
The suns of Aude across its boon

Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested
Past Bejeweled Silken in millions, nested
In Scepter where embers aroma holds on
To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn

Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk
Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk
Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering,
Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering:

You! Bird, the bell rings
Brown bard, the sun sings
Sky guard, no venerate
Berried lark, thou emirate

Welcome, into ends and to makers
Watch with, admire, be your desires
Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates
Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate

In from the mist of our material plain
Out far in the East lay a trail by the sea
Dotted with wells and the sounds of quails
Crusted jets of shined Earthen fits
Rubbed down from its shear as a mountain
Played out by the watery, rusted brass section

The Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs sit and wait on the water

Slowly lowing pours of passes,
Brooks and weathered ravines showing
Tracing inwards, out to pasture
Winds the coastline to these towers
Birds of Dover hover, soundless
Mixing air gusts line the pipers

Where Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs right down to the bottom

So may a beetle missing wing
Come eventually reach the sea
Gull by way or ever scaling
Geologic clock come sailing
Scoring drums the cheer of tides
Into when years are fossilized

As Cliffs rise and fall on the water
So Cliffs sit and be on the water

And all that stone bore out of time, styled
Dark and plinthed come moored day round
Ornate platters, restful gravel,
Granite or a painting gathers
Art and sky are matched as one, within
Centered over sunset blazing on

And the Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs soar beauty mined on the shores

Your charismatic friend
Loud friend
Hides friend
Pass to the next day friend

Your incessant poem friend
Bottlecap friend
I’ll tell you friend
Like you in one way friend

Your high friend
Hair friend
Let’s try acid friend
Your nothing to lose friend

Your new phase friend
Song friend
Bird friend
Your vent friend
Cement friend

Your all the colors friend
The one on your dad’s mind friend
The hope’s to be friend
Your plain bad friend

Your gay friend
Bi friend
Straight friend
What’s your name friend
It’s losing your mind friend

Your day friend
Sad friend
Too much friend
“What did I do to you?” friend
The summer at the all end
And hit send to
Your sad friend
Your done friend

The dirt of an idea
The distant, encasing feeling
A shape
A soil for
The goodbye of magenta

The bones are sinking further
Between rock, between fire
A pile
Or a funeral
Now goodbye, so magenta

The seed of dust in light
The vibrant and solemn shatter
A speck
With life shines through
In pieces grows another

The sowed
The spectral mused
The goodbye of magenta

I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars

Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release

Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep

Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret

I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut

Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright

On my money
Deep in my thoughts
Of death
Of death
Of passing through

Before, I laugh
I can even spend
The bill that Marla knew

In drawer, in stacks
Among what’s left
My future spelt

In hue of blood
Is scrawled, is just,
For what
For what
For Marla passing too

Tiny, does the sun go
Followed by the snow down
Ever as a shower in steam

Shallow, goes the systems
Out like a fire, rising
Sparks and they spread throughout the brain

Mythic, misting asteroids are crashing on the brakes
Swerving and you’re missing but you’re christ-like all the same

Glyphs are losing meaning on displays of melted grass
Gasses matronize a pattern, tanning on the mass

Squirming, does the chimp go
Crashing through the planet
Taking selfies with the blood and its core

Comment on my face
See, stressing for this weekend
Acting like you’ve been to space at all before

I would be an astronaut but who would beam me back
As it’s clearly known that Texas ain’t now on the map

Piling into a void, a horror seldom met
Practicing a breathing technique as it’s time for bed

Forward can we all go
Float and look away from
The past as none can spin themselves awise

Sky’s black in eye
And masking in between
A passing glance of our in-passing souls demise

Mourning what’s a bed of little matter accidents
Morning corks the breath in which we sigh its savageness

Storming takes the moon across our bodies limp orbit
Torrenting that morbid, now red heavenly orphan

The tears look dried
We exercise
Our broken, fated pioneer

This sense, this blear
We’ll all ascend
In death us surely owed a new frontier

Happy gray buildings remind us of us
We sit, or we lay, and we all really must
Come withered children I instruct you trust me,
“Find the shape of your life and trace it out, justly.”

Is the knock on the door only for me
Am I the only one here aware of the fee
When you're far up in feeling the rooftop’s air
You must know what to push down to keep you up there

Allowed, are the many, I strain to believe
Default to the spectrum of loving with ease
Know that I don't say I'm sad to be humble
It's a race that I lost or still run but don't run well

Across town, the statues of structure collapse
Among minds the passion of patterns relapse
Autumn breeze means something, not any more
Cold winds of pure chaos take straight lines to our door

Only alone in my home do I dare
Not when I'm out there riding that scare
But it's bricks of a chimney we collectively built
It can't be just me who’s too warm from that guilt

It's a stilt on a crutch on a leather bound chair
You're calling it healthy to be scared to be bare
What in life’s name are we calling this tower
The knocks on the doors’ all too loud to be cowards

I remember when I was young
I saw the lights on my knees of the golden sun

Wither, so from night I aged around
Years of a soul to peel apart as I’m found

Singing, gaze to a wall in its porous decay
What four seal away the few mornings awake

Sitting and wasted on me tending my time
Dies the mind, ignored, drifting unwashed into prime

Apart order, eyeless, and gluttonous grown
And still years pushing faults upon thin root and bone

Based in about the endless same
Best lazed between each day’s soreing name

Forgotten like what else and frightened of
Change layed before my slowly keeling tree of love

Or supposed love
As I spoke before of: terror comes

I remain as I was
And it shades me as I still am and still am I young

Now when things are over, I cry
Like I'm over a mountain
Looking back at what's done

With each tree and the breeze
That's gently moving across
Through all life, lovingly
Supporting itself

Now when noise is quiet, I cry
Like if I was time but shrinking in space
Charting to silence, awaiting in peace

By star, by infinite degree
Forests in heaven and nowhere to breath
Blooming minds willed to venture abroad
Systems down; are we done playing god

Now when nothing is left, I cry
Like a land burning its only sky
And above, one drone responding to call

Bearing down, it's nature, uneasing
Upon what’s revealed to be being
Matter, nothing better at all
Living, like us, immaculate sprawl

I’m going to do what I’ve seen
Many others apply
To their mind as they watch another’s body just die

Wait and beg after
Under judge of monuments
That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance

Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling
Sent into the towards
Of winter with in horror is rest upon one score

Come God in the next moment
The war you’ll discuss
To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust

You laying and just
Laying my life
Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe

You pouring me out
And pouring accounts
For more than what little of life I recount

Over and over
You’re sick and I’m sober
Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer

Until,
And I’ve seen,
Until the water’s mixed up

Your blood with,
Nor life, nor
Denying regrets

Two handfuls I could count on two rising hands
Producing old west-spun, embossed weekend
Orangefruits dancing with their bird noses, proud
Mystical burning frisked fowl fistulas soaking
Scents on The Mouth of Hell bridging
The unaiming the upbringing and forgetting
Exit habit

Palette
******
Can you fathom
Line in lying
Sit in this chair and
Spin
And once you're at
The Mouth of Hell

Digging into a hole, as they say it's
Holding up what is due from past frothing pits
Picking tree after wood which is taught by the birds
Pecking, piercing promises, pillaging patternous
Pathos continuously, The Mouth of Hell
Foresting this world unending you
Face it

Abuse
Is by you
On the dirt
From your grave
All which is singing along
To the birds on a path
Unsightly as marriage
Unkempt like a boy sitting still

Are the badge-bearing demons ready to knuckle
Holding breath contests in their leaf-sewn jail of lockers
Like picketers and fuelers can pen out abuse
As seizing angelical seismic acclaiments of crowd
Anoint me, my mouth screams, “Warning! Hell is down!”
But now I think, “Just jump in and drown.”

There's a **** on the sheets of the bed where I sleep
Here’s black on my chair where once white fabric leaped
There’s the wrapper of some chips on a trash I won't upkeep
Herein thinks a brain, but the rest will still be me

There's shower one: down the drain, months of ****
Here's leaning teeth ignoring piles of floss kits
There's another week missed to get hair that fits
Herein rest bangs who might be cut in a bit

The Bug Wrecks
Sunless, fasting on shame
Eclectic, abhorrent
Asking for more
Masking some sick twist
Dying and pleading
Concealing a dark trick
Obsessively ignored
Twisting any door
Deliberate, silent form
Manipulative, breaching norms
Carrapasstic entrapment
Detracted of blame
The Bug Wrecks
Itself, inside of its flame

There's the meltdown starting with nothing’s absence
Here’s demented ravings after sketching my distance
There's some cryptic word mystics to plain flippant lies
Herein stead leads my dread of a make believe sky

There's the **** this and the **** that
Here's the mourn fiscal to fiscal-detach
There's the moth treading addiction en-masse
Herein some small house that bug has aroused

The Moth Let’s
Collapse pass
Dugout, running
Adjacent is feeling
Oasis’ these queasings
Dying and pleading
Sequester the ‘yes please’
Misdirect so death eases
Repressing life’s thank you’s
Suggest that you see me
Flee with me to being
Beneath me, your choosing
Release be to no one
The Moth Let’s
Me reconcile

There's the sleeping of poems into unquenchable moans
Here's me un-agreeing to the fixing of those
There's professional sadness of proverbial bones
Herein tells a someone maladjusted to pain

There's the bird, no better than some insect
Here's my sweat with every form of misstep
There's two eyes with two legs to imprison
Herein my life these words make a fiction

So have me, by the tale of time;
Bygone the glance at another of mine.
This neck of the woods, I stand, that mocks
The glance at another, the talk at another,
The eyes that sag at another of these clocks.

Another week has gone and spent its boring browns away.
What the hell’s a scream this much without a glass of noise?
Have me a cup, yes please, the one with the silver crack,
It makes me at least a trifle conscious of where I stand to cope.
I'd guess I'd drink it up so fast and check for it again.
I'd tilt the cup and notice such it's also two past nine, again.
I'd get on up and stagger past my doubts and hopes and fears.
I think sometimes I'd sort of try to hide my face from who knows what.
Then walk on back in seconds flat and just try not to sprint.
I'd sigh, I guess, I'd live and fuss, and drinks will keep me up’ed enough.

Up an’ up, like dust soars up.
And down an’ up and down and up.
And stuck, I'll stare flat,
Stuck an’ just an’ just an’...what…
I'm lost, I've known that,
Flown through that stack a’ nothins’ but
Dull manifesto’s even wannabes only and
Then this and then that and
I'll keep checking clocks and-

No, heh, parentless wreck.
Yer’ mess’ed done for th’ full of our nights.
Far to beat the life’s an’ cheats
Or something else that's rhymes with beats.
Tomorrow, with life, with time and mess
And bedtime flyin’s through these statute-husks.
Ah impersiable lines you fuss an’ ****.
You hate yourself doncha’, kid?
And this mindless puddle got half your weight.
Adding and passing your maxing an’ venting.
But, more skin, you lie then. You wanna sound bigger.
Though minding these thoughts, now, it ain't like your litter.

You can trust me, it stops and it starts.
Mor’in a’ breakin’ these words are you shakin’.
Eh, may wings give an’ fall an’
You'll quietly thank me for ******* you now.
But now ain't no time that you know some about.
Ye’ may dictate and death-wait t’ rattle ya’ up.
An’ up an’ up an’ nothins’ the time.
The world’s isn't shakin’ just for you in yer’ mind.

So, hear me, by will’s only tie.
Betwixt sets a’ eyes who keep’in starin’ me down.
And these words for a time, I speak, they are mine,
They are simply all mine,
On this night, not’n fight,
That we sit through, in spite.
They are fine, all this mind,
Now it's two past nine.
You’ll live on again,
Forever, strange time.

O'er the breathing pines
You idiot,

Squash down the slide of mud
Come in.

Dance in the feeling of just feeling it
Indoors, come in. Indoors!

Chambers of woody respite
Don't push it,

Layers of wool up the sky
Come down.

Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach
Come down, make this easy for me.

Skate against rainwater pools
Your sweater!

Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder
Mom's sweater!

Learn that mistakes are what make us dead
Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle.

Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill
Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.

I wanna work at a laundromat
Where the carpets are flat flat flat
And the washers are egg shell white
Soon to find me there overnight

I wanna work across the street
In the dollar store off the beat
Thrifting modernist wood-grain hats
Someone even sold their cat cat cat

Come on and find me with the Pet Stop freaks
Canary’s and wild flowers leased in heaps
Pleased to find something that’s pink pink pink
Pleased to come to find that it’s extinct

I wanna work at the registry park
Renewing leaves for sharks sharks sharks
I’ll speak softly but make them spat
For the last pen in their habitat

By night I will toil beneath a black sky
Cough cough and inhale my pride pride pride
Watching the men in my watch-men-machine
Living towers where you build your dreams

Somehow, somewhere is a job for me
Come the morning I will scrounge and I’ll bleed
But I’ll look great as I rise to the sky
As there to catch me is that twelve ninety-five

I am Ancient
And I am calling you
Do not leave my eye
By raven-way
You, doused in my hand

I am Called Upon
To boat thy visage apart
Doth not levy mine voice behind
Take thy cloak up-on the flote
And fill thine gut with my sport

I am Love eternal
That has brought you up in circles
That has, hoping you feel fertile,
Milked your insides in our color
Oh, we miss you, love, the gutter

I am feeling Acid
Acting in my skin—
Gentlemen, ladies
Playing on their funny hymns
I'll show you how it ends

I am Your Hands
No, God
Please Hands
I am me, but
I can't be Hands