Jumped off the cycle
ending life and death
stayed single.

How will you welcome death
when weighed down with so much stuff
light heartedness is surely a prerequisite to enter Heaven

Death is probably much like birth, you arrive naked
and you have no clue what awaits outside the womb
but there are hands ready to scoop you up
and welcome you into a completely different dimension.

air conditioner --
basso rumblings below our
sweat's tickled singing

There was a girl
I used to swap paperbacks
and spit with, once
I fixed her wiper blades,
I remember the soft dead wings
on the windshield,  pretty
as you please

She was alone in her shoes
listening to something
that kept getting darker
and glowing like morning
on the oil spilled under her truck,
she was drifting through
the rosewater of her soft red hair

She only wanted to be rolling
off a swollen river, sliding
out of a clean slip, turning
over in a deep sleep, trailing
a shimmering thread, hiding
under a pile of wet leaves

Then there she was sailing
in her river of blood,  going
white and smelling like smoke
from a struck match behind
closed blinds on a ceramic floor,
a white blouse red as a sharp knife
collecting the light of mourning.

I have heard your voice many times,
Intimately and distantly.
Never mine and always close
As a whisper in my ear.

Adore the
essence of
simplicity.
There is a
joy in living
with less.