Feared by unenlightened mind
death is seen as an act unkind,
in ignorance lies the truth
of death’s beautiful design.

What is called the end of life
Is merely a severing knife
Dis-joining one’s worldly crawl
From a blissful abode divine.

Death is truly opening of door
To release a bird caged before
Freeing its soul to fly away
Into the permanence of time.

In the stormy dark night
I guide ships with my light
And bring them to safe shore
Yet, I ask for no more
‘Cause I know on brighter days
All I have is loneliness.

Cold ocean crashing
Windy beach reacting.
The frozen rain pelts,
Making indents in the sand.

Collective ***** compensate
For the hills they hate,
The foam that catches their eyes.
Seaweed washed up ashore.

Clanking clouds condemn
Ecstasies of the hymn
Sung once amongst the rowboats
That now are lost at sea.

Into a mystic breath, solitude
Out of forgotten places, sacrifice
Within the walls of fortitude
The sounds of falling ice.

A field burns in the distance
A pear tree grows diseased.
Traitors wait for assistance
From the wind, to be appeased.

Blood—an open wound expands,
Worms eating eternity.
Many things he demands
***** dust engulfing me.

Ten thirty nine exit signs open lines of the sword divine.  Overhead in my bed I see the dead—what they said, broken verse of a token's curse, shadows in the meadows where all things sleep.  Deep heaps that feign the pain of rain gone insane.  Do you know what you are?  Into lost pots commanding cops crop the tops of soda pops and listen to bebop on the top spot in an abandoned parking lot.  Now the sounds turn around look back down towards the ground where things abound around a pole of indecent thought.  The tree of life brought you strife you took your wife through the knife, a silly song symposium.  Thirteen Thirteen, the clock click clacks on broken backs winding sacks on tattered rats chasing cats through cans of beans.  Look at me, look at me.  We bathed in the sea, fossils that still breathe.  A cat looks up at me, singing songs of forgotten things.  One, two, three.

College is a cancer clinic.
At this university, you either live long enough to die,
or die until you want to live.
Kids drag backpacks like bags of morphine,
and are attached to their planners like they are their heart monitors.
You do your own chemotherapy,
as you poison yourself with debt,
and Friday night nickel shots.

I stretched myself slowly upwards
That slender back
How did it happen
Skin
Covering everything
Sprawled out over the lawn
There is a body of moments
Confused buttercups
Embarrassed breeze buffeting our nature.
Mow us down you mother
Before I grow too long

He was in love in a time I was not,
he fell out slowly;
I fell in. Deeply and tragically.

I sit in the shower
Knees to chest
Eyes shut
And that’s when I let myself
Think of you.
A cool stream of regret
Runs through my hair
Across my spine
Down the drain
And that’s when I let myself
Let you go.