See morning rolls around,
and brings another April snow day

This sleepy town stirs
on white streets under a white sky
And the only lights that shine
are the ones in traffic--
red and yellow watercolor
on the windshield.
We get home, the lights are down.
We lie in bed under the blankets
and dream of spring...
In barrooms across town
others gather ballads and sing.

Drive these roads
See for yourself the sky
flat, where meets it the earth
and the stars glimmering cold
And Polaris promises to bring you home
Even if they let you down,
you'll rise up off the ground
when you hear morning sound,
maybe it’ll bring one more day of sun.

.
Light sparkles in the clover,
Yellow and blurr of bees
Are honeyed in the sun
And robins have come,
Yanking in the gasses,
So green is the moisten
Of the painting of the dew
And all is lolling in petrichor,
The soils running with slow
Time so shortly experienced,
Oils of wood permeate the air,
Lapping brooks bream into light,
The loft kestrel swirls in meadow
And chipmunks scuttle at base of tree,
Even the wind does freshly quiet, crisply,
There as a hug waiting for body and spirit,
Patches of white are disappearing, they know—
That one day we must all return, after winter snows.

the salt inside
slowed each drip of
my amniotic atlantic.
every pressing step
attached me to the
timeless shores of sin;
and the sun began to dry
this symbolic avant-garde collage.

my life began sticky wet,
outwards from the sea.
my ceaseless sins glued and dried
from the faulting sands of life.
but the distant patch of grass
beneath my smoothed and sticky feet
massaged more than that,
cleansing,
to walk through life anew.

My moonlight knight, was just an intangible, empty  projection.
Thats the thing about poets, their words drip of rich nectar, but it only alludes the sweetness of honey

Within the fog and the fire
The heavy smoke blackens lungs
A locomotive derailed and unhinged
Once a steaming freight
But now a mess of twisted metal and flaming diesel
The dead lay silent and disfigured
Hypnotized by the blazing giant

I saw galaxies within his soul
I saw stars in his eyes
The way they glistened with curiosity
I saw planets within his mind
His orbiting thoughts left me hypnotized
But a black hole consumed his heart
Not even light could escape his turmoil
His twisted ways pulled me in
I was unable to flee his gravity
And the only soul I loved
The only soul that kept me sane
Was the very soul
that was destroying me

The iris waves sailed me to safety and comfort
Smooth, sediment, intimate, beautiful.

But shortly the sea rocked from disturbing inhabitants
Inconsistent, dismantling, infidel, treason.


And I was crashed to shore.

Lingering.

LS:   This place is desolate
Where darkness ***** at your pupils
And infuses your lungs with a cocktail
Of cold and despair
Amongst the mistletoe and bells ringing
You hear a quiet echo of
Isolation that has no shape
Unexplained, ever mysterious
Fearesome lack of a vital link
To hold your feet down on the plane
Familiar to countless faceless strangers
And familiar faces alike
Where willingly you could join
In a silly dance around the circle
Outlined many spiraling ages ago
And feel at ease and ONE

And to the sound of choral
I could fly up with crows
And see it all from
Unattainable
High
Up there in the milky clouds
But
Nature is so uniformally ordered and
Strange as it is no law contains
This spirit so eager to escape

WW: I hear the darkening silence echo
And drone in the northwood stillness.
The forest treetops lurching south
Into the memory of sunlight
Crowns bending unbroken,
Grasping unspoken,
To behold the waning daylight

While the spell of darkness cast deprives,
It opens up the craving soul

This is the naked truth,
This is the light
Oozing from graying monotone
Spilling from cracks between the pause,
Betwixt the shapeless lines of poetry’s refrain …

For life is not a work of art,
The colour a fleeting moment cannot last
And the paradise of going somewhere else
Still so far away

wildish

**** all of you who thought they were somebody's god-sent guides
Paving ways, understanding things, and then leaving for good
Because one thing you never understood was how hearts really worked
And trust me, you are never getting any peace you apparently love distributing.