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going as i see fit
working the inside
wonder as purpose
nearer my self to thee
dreamfuel merepond

relaxed as i near
my path becomes me
color and sound
and bright tastings

follow my fingertips
as they trace
their own ways
through spirit
wandering smile
stardrift and space

eyes wide twinkling
with admired images
of those things loved and loving
their own recreation
in my singular
and most individual mindlight
wish work
doors dark
alive on some
edgewater planet

a lost culture
with sacred ritual
night surgery theatre of the blind
Not what i had planned
not that i mind

chewing my way 'round some crow and pigeon pie
tasting all of the words again
Not the whole truth
One part lie

now swift
now fleet
what it takes
maybe miss
don't ever quit

spirit move through
the weight
of my soul
without its rooms
without this tiny vehicle

mudpie memoir
die unless you get there
through the night

strange travelers bending it
like water
like love
like light

with a little luck
For heaven's sake
push will come to...

Godwater
my love
It isn't fake
where's the light?
I'm bending it
just as they taught her

Shove
For Everette,

Mnemosyne, and melpomene
Weirder and weirder
that's my friend Kiera
I don't know but I like the way she do.
Me.
Like a second wind
like a third chance
she don't sing good
unless you can dance
she come to me.
I.
Prodigy woodwind.
i made a small fire with all
of the paper messages
that you ever left for me:
tiny flame flickering-smells like lipstick and cigarettes and hollow words.

everything you wrote to me makes up my list in its entirety:
the most recent things
that I am going to forget.
mad and tiny toed
she came to share my asylum sleeping place
a wonder in the moonlight's dust-ride
a wrangler of the dreaming

winterworn and coatless,
i slept soundless,
wept tearless,
woke restless;
for the hinges of time's doorways creaked non-stop with our leaving
heart is heavy
a trainload of lead
better get an adjustment
listen a little
get out of my head.

my love is in lock-up
gotta spring her today
do what i must do
do what it takes

walk through what is before me
with great gratitude
lessen the gravity
these are my shoes
waiting on nothing
yet the waiting's worthwhile
working at forgetting
last year's
wasted time
a bloodletting

stripped of  your innocent wrapper
a snake that has molted
its skin
you somehow seem to have convinced me
of what a worthless waste it is
attempting to wring something sweeter out of this senseless death-trap

the shadow of your cowardice
and lack of sincerity rides the memory of our loving
like the moon rides the earth
******* the sun's light for itself
at once cheap and
parasitic

i hate myself for believing you

harvest your own lack of loyalty
and
betrayal trappings
you will glean
all that you brought me--trouble is caustic
an unbridled acid tongue bleeding

that trouble shall hunt you
all of your days that remain
the sign you leave
being easy to track
as the world's last beast
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