waving bone-wet
hands
across a void
that will not
revive.
the sitter's
chin refuses
to be lifted to
the right light.

for god
in the
man of me,
where sake's
sent.
be so kind
as to tell where
good becomes
good.
bad
becomes bad.
feel your toes
spread in your shoes,
under your own weight.
then get back to me,
without taking a step.

Winter having
brought death,
has lived out
its death.
It's trying not
to die, as patches
of snow cling to
bulbs.

there's a place between
place
and no place,
to press love's only
letter to your heart.
meaning meant,
to the nondrying
black of
its ink.
behind the back
of unrequited
love, dizzily
spun the dance
of perfect language.
every kiss a
pair of Jesus-fish
in the swollen
belly of a sun--
every
embrace
a
sole
reason.
sky-fulls butterflying
woman-man
dreaming
color.
lucid enough to self-stroke into
being.

breath between
windshield wipers,
clears the matter
of rain.
asides only leave
streaks.

Ice has the
warmest
heart,
it wears
a skater's
blade in
varied
thaw.
Eloquence
comes
when it
feels for
it's face.