Must is a memory of the cellar.
My grandfather would sleep down there when they spent the night.
Me, not really keeping him company,
just being uncomfortably in the same space.

The plastered walls floated a talc-y powder that would linger
in my throat
And on my tongue.

Later when he was dying,
the discomfort still remained,
but subsided as he grew weak
in that big loud frame of his.

There was a stage in my life
When I accepted what was told me
Thoughts etched, the acid leaving indelible patterns
Currents and tides of being
That invited loyalty

Tastes of doubt's power
left me dispossessed – finding new songs,
vainly pressing my own.
Tramping not so slow
warned - unheeding.

Unsensing to the shivering fault
I’m left to wonder
which rocks on the beach
found their smoothness the right way
and which did it all wrong?

A pull or a falling feeling
At the heart
Head fuzzy, blood drawn below
The touch of another, so new, so full in its sensation,
Dispelling the separation of the world
fueling the engine of desire.

Entering, she holds me wetly and warmly.
Encouraging, finding sounds
to exchange love and lust and awkward sentences.

No, yes
What am I saying.
Discovering, touching, thirsting,
Release, collapse, silence, holding

A new beginning.

A little thin in the wallet and the waist
She was a ripe red instrument moving sound.

Putting to minds questions,
Apers set to calculating, which event was it that uncovered her work’s charm

She only shined as a jewel would
Twixt the particles transporting those sonics

History without rooms, buildings or battlefields.
Bodies vacant of death.
Life, thy woman,
thy green glowing girl,
hath no sight, hands, or limbs;
breathing -
moving and unmoving -

Walking a narrow hazardous world.

Soft shoulders shrugging fear.
Opening slightly,
eyes hold signs penned by ordinary humans.
Returning the senses to earth.
Take mine back to the place

Gathering
all the worry available,
I’ll unite it on the roof top
With brave resolve I will not spoil it. I will show it the rod.

Muddled but willing
I’ll endure
With some future seed of injure
E.

It’s difficult to tell
If yesterday’s answers are obsolete
Zooming in, they seem ill,
Fated (or faded).
But distance makes them shiny,
hard to ignore.

Graceful and invincible in their turn.