An urgent kind of motion
Lends me life on grin
And thumb-prints make words
Techno-bio-written

I read you when I'm spoken
I speak you when I'm heard
And you and I speak lives together
That we both were, little brother

Thank you  from a drunk heart to a thirsty living
You're all I love
Hold hands with me
That horizon's for the seizing

Hold me like a mother.
Kiss me like a sister.
Teach me like a father.
That I may be your brother.

Let's leave the shores of uncertainty,
Oops, my boat has holes
And is made of human skin
Water gargled through
Shock-wide mouths

But don't let's fret
Or fret let's don't
For we see what we look at
Through eyes that look through me
Let's inflict ourselves upon reality

I'm so biased, me
I don't know you,
Or do I? Don't tell me for,
What can you know,
Believer?

Let the waves tickle your feet
And laugh at the sensation of their beckoning
Turn it down with a snort of mirth
And breathe easily for once, or twice, or thrice...

We just can't know.

To lose myself in a foggy drug
And cut a misty dream
To blister from the heat between
The love that is as seems

I taste a little bitter
Salty brows of work prolonged
Don't lead me forth on glaciers cold
If you have no heart I wronged.

Shout forthly from the rooftops
And we'll sing like cats together
For you and I we own the moon
And on it planted fields of heather.

For each other for ourselves
Take me out

To explore

I sleep with girls in my dreams
And let roll-over chuckles make our pillows
In that we share
Twogether.

We rumble over envy
And forget the shores of doubt
You, me, her, I, we
Are something more than wind

We adventure
And do so in each other, mostly
People ask me why I grin in the morning
Waking from a story written by me.

A trojan course
Before me
Light
Hasten
I'm here

Listen
Please
Understand
What I try to say

I'm not wax
I'm flesh,
Rotten
But perfume's my conversation.

Don't tell me you've forgotten
Bad words
Reek from my lips
I'm me

And I'm confused

My spirit grows with Summer,
And rolls on Summer winds,
Flowers petals taste the nectar
Of thought, of thought today.

Rolling blissly on the heap
Of battered promises from Winter gone
I season my mettle and spice my life
On breathing deep of clouds come low.

Little lives flit freely about
The smoke of tea will drench me better
Than the Autumn rains I find not wanting
Reason to leave, reason to leave.

For I lie rooted, not able to stay
On the world that moves about me,
But for this moment, anchors are light
And my spirit grows to meet the breeze.