An object in motion
Will remain in motion
And today I am glad
Because even hurtling
Through space and time
At dizzying speeds
Through blinding oceans
Of stars and rings of planets
And meteors and comets
(I always seem to dodge
Last second)
Even then
I know that
If I keep
Moving
Forward
I will not
buckle,
        crumble,
                 collapse.

If this is love,
I want no part in it.
The
         b
            e
               t
                  r
                     a
                        y
                           a
                              l,
                                    the lies,
                                                 the pain,
                                                               the truth.
If this is you,
I want to forget us.
Our
         m
            e
              m
                 o
                     r
                        i
                          e
                             s,
                                 our secrets,
                                                   our trust,
                                                                  our imperfections.

                          will i be able              to love again?
                      if                       i can,                   will
                       i                         be                     able
                        to                                              see
                         when                                       the
                           end                                       is
                              coming?                          if
                                   you                     were
                                      like             this,
                                          will     he
                                                 be
                                           like      you
                                     too?                if
                                 our                       love
                             went                            down
                           this                                    fast,
                        will                                          my
                      next                                             one
                      be                        the                    same?
                         if                    this is                how
                               all love is,           is any of it

                                             true love?

Always make
          Yourself
                   A priority
                            For
                               At
                                   The
                                         End
                                                Of
             ­                                       The
                                         Day
               You’re your longest commitment

Raggedy barefoot children in the five and dime
With a Saturday morning quarter each
Plastic toy soldiers, Nazis and Yanks
Or a wind-up car – but that’s a dollar

Whitman adventure books for fifty cents
If nothing this week, then maybe the next
The Call of the Wild, with noble dog Buck
But what about marbles in a little net bag?

Tables of treasures at the variety store
Aladdin’s Cave (with a swept wooden floor)

Again I was in a forest and everything stood solely in black and white. Maybe I should stop watching those old films; they slow down my brain and I still haven't decided whether that is a good or bad thing. The way also I moved through that forest... I felt like a passenger, an antagonist, not nearly the central character of my dream. Someone else directed the images in a soft rhythm. Completely in harmony, a deer came forward. While he pointed his antlers at the heavens, I aimed my hunting gear at his chest. By shooting him, colour dripped into my dream for the first time. The fiery red blood ran down on black and white ferns and finally I felt the strength of my own hands.