Swift falls the night!
Clear comets burn like fins on sirens.
The darkness is silent; hypnotic as some black void!
To find peace In clustering solidity
Hushes and shrieks among the
Raging of this city.
Snow is cascading down long walks to
High crackles and alluring
Roaring of Bacchanalia's.
Drinks at my preferred haunts;
Broken bottles of brew, down-town, under flat roofs.
Budding breeze smoking with boon companions.
Lingers on and on
This ether, this buzz;
Ascending further and farther to those heavens up above
All the rhubarb; commotion hanging in the air,
Till we shatter our limbs among still song.
Late early-mornings and sunken swollen eyes!
Regrets are like dreams:
Something forgotten in time.
Slush edged roads
And shoes gliding
Over Welcome mats.
(Mine as well, It's the weekend)
Get faded.

I have been daydreaming;
So much for saving myself again.
Internal disdain, making due
With the rain.
These times I'm learning not
To take things for granted.
Suddenly something from the past
Relapses, like moss,
Growing  growing thin
Paper cuts on my sailboats.
It's been harder to touch that which I missed
So much;
On days spent
Simple and spinning.
Like records of music with lyrics I remembered
Flashbacks reflected, like mirrors.
Sphinx riddles at crossroads, buried
Deep within visit again, like ol' kin, but
With a demeanor far more sanguine.
Surrender!
Let nature dance!
Laugh at the process' howl!
Laugh at longings growling and
Scratches!
Redeemed to something undefined.
Realizing truths where weary lies once lived;
Cracked and bent.

The stars sing subtle divine uttering's;
Truths glistening, breathing realities the naked
Ear can only understand in high pitch'ed waves.
Moonlight casting a charm
Over the bony limbs of
Coal colored trees
And the snow is cotton.
Its Christmas Night,
Alone, I bite my lips;
Sensing the presences of astral
Spirits.
Praying and wishing
Into matter the turning
Of a wheel of some Fortune.
Even foul luck is some kind of luck
Dreary day it was today, the
Wrest of the world shut out by clouds.
I wished I'd run into a friendly face and talk
That felt expensive among cordial greetings.
It's Christmas night,
Just like every other night.
(It's the thought that counts.)
Turning
Usually studied faces
To dribble, at lack of Kin
And Spirit.
Is it commercials and Lifetime specials
That awaken a barren-like swelling?
The world still revolves,
And tomorrow is a Promise.
Don't frown over spilled presents,
Enjoy this one while you can...

A fog
In my head
I just can't shake;
Try to listen, can't concentrate.
Thoughts loud
Alike sirens clashing but,
Left alone,
You'll find me
Dancing.
I shutter, I speak not one
word
The meaning, my point
Drifts unremembered  
I try to move but catharsis sets through;
Paralyzed, In motionless
Circles I spin.
I would cry , I would laugh, too,
Instead I sigh...
What weighty perceptions my eyes belie
Boiling beneath a surface
Self-Imploding on
Accident and without purpose.
Pieces missing to overdue puzzles
Maybe in the Morning......I'll feel better.

Grazing bright On beaten hiking paths by
This incompetent mountain on Moon-night,
Maybe It Is a large hill?
I tread and look down,
Except to glimpse at the moon; Nurturing,
Innately wrapping me up,
Luna-Love.
A swelling, choked-up in my chest;
Hard lumps of e-motion to
Swallow....
(I know I know)
There's consciousness beyond eternal wrest
Of this body:
Twitchy
Susceptible, At times
Bleeding, At times
Sore.
And consciousness beyond decay
In coffins and urns,
Decays whose traces have
Never resolved...
Just glimpses in the camouflage,
Invisible to society...
In pictures tacked to boards in stores,
"Missing".

{ Do those moments of, sort of returning
An unwanted favor
( To some pre-labelled "Victim" )
Silence the rage and
Undigested trauma
In sharp slurs and bitten beatings? }

Soft-spoken and fragile ramblings and
Strumming of chords
Under moonlight.
Torn visionaries speaking in
Luminaries;
Twilight tea bags and broken sandals.
Starting off...
Beginning nervous,
Mistaken by another's train of thought, but
Ever blissful and convinced;
Knowing all the time.
Searching for a moment...
THE moment!
A sudden explosion!
Dazed on faith, maybe, or drunk on inspiration!
Things that may be someday, but either way-
True courage, this thing,
This magic called faith!
Just humble spirits,
Full-bellied spirits
With restless limbs and
Fluorescent wings, invisible.
Rustic sincerity and understanding;
Glasses over swollen azule eyes...
Distillation of hymns
And smoke;
Coffee stained and
Delusional in a pill popping coma!
Whisked away by b-flat, and ones lust for harmonies.
Shooting
Bows and arrows
Aimed at the farthest lushest niche
In the sky;
Opening and closing like a door.
Always becoming!

I write,I write, I write!
I sing and smoke!
I sit by an ancient-like oak tree
And choke
On the thoughts In front of me.
I recklessly dabble within shameless ramblings,
Often-times taken in by the seemingly bitter, and
Bleak senselessness of it all...
Get all sunburned like a bruised peach
Under the Suns afternoon glaze,
While remaining content;
Content to be, and breathe,
But In the night I come undone, laughing and
Swaying,
Taking It all In!
Blinking mine eyes trying to remember faces
Upon faces above necks
Did I eat or wrest?
Some dementia soothed away
My exhaustion
And appetite
Vinyl-record like fun,
Images ever more expansive,
Brighter; more extreme
In thought and deed.
Journeying to edges unseen
In my mind sitting still,
But somehow racing on weary
Limbs; numb.
Do I become these thoughts?
Do they become Me?
Dim glow, soft through
A doorway, On suburban streets noticing
The lamps through the windows and curtains down
Echoes of beats and bruises;
On our way to a "get together";
The everyday
Woven through,
And inside out,
Of Infinity