falling with you to catch me,
i am Icarus.

wings of wax.

the man in the air of your dreams...

When I walk alone and by myself
for a day or two or perhaps a minute,
nothing makes sense and everything does,
and I want to write without words
and love myself while hating me, too,
and prove to you the world is ours
or maybe just yours
when all is paved in pain
like some puzzle missing pieces vital.
But only when I walk alone.

When I have to be with you
for an entire day or a few minutes,
it all makes sense and it doesn't
and I want to talk in silence
and be your friend and maybe more
and prove virility while wrestling the lions
or just by simply holding you
when the tears fall from your eyes
like the blood from one thousand wounds
but only when I have to be with you.

with these, my tired, aging hands,
i would weave a floral garland strand,
create a wreath of petals sweet,
place it upon your head so neat,
and in the setting of the day,
we'd frolic and we'd dance and play,
like young lovers do and for all time,
you'd love me and i'd call you mine.

Suppose there were birds in the form of death,
And they could hear you dream.
Imagine they could manipulate your mind,
Tease the senses,
And stir your livelihood so violently,
You question the concept of life itself.

Now in a state so abstract,
See yourself with wings,
With feathers and flight,
Now watch yourself fall,
Past the clouds,
The sun,
The stars,
The very earth itself.

Feel the wind whip past every cell,
Every pore,
Every hint of sweat,
Every salty trail of tears,
Every drop of spit,
Everything you've ever thought,
Feel it shake the bonds of synthesis,
And shatter them like your every hope and dream.

If you can muster,
See darkness with open eyes,
Watch life like water,
Boiling,
Evaporating,
Disappearing,
Ceasing to exist,
And put your face where others have lost theirs.

Now you have an inkling,
To the life of birds,
Of whom death is their flight.

In the garden we danced,
My eyes and the butterfly,
Singing among the colors
Grace alive, a laugh
Kissing sun draped blooms


Too soon came the chill of fall
When wind-flung loose withered leaves
Mimicked the movement
They'd eyed in envy
The butterfly now gone.


Winter brought its ballet
In showering flakes of snow
When frigid ground braced against
Swirling pirouettes
Of beauty in ice


I hurry past my garden
With no time to linger by
Only in dreams still see
The butterfly dance
Her gentle waltz of summer

Dreams hold more truth than
any reality our waking mind
can construct
Pretense holds no sway there
it is stripped bare
and shoved beneath the naked light
The consciousness of daylight
is a lawyer
it bargains holding air in it's
hands
as if that were a poker hand
with all four Aces.
Dreams do not need to
play such petty games
they have all the facts
can show you the minuscule details
our Sol Counselor
would prefer be kept under the rug
Dreams delight in the bizarre
and show us what's
behind the curtain
door #3
and down the rabbit hole
all simultaneously
If you relax into it
take a bite
take a sip
make a deal
all while walking through the poppies
You'll see
Oh, you'll see
You'll definitely, finally, truly see.