White boulders
laying side by side
on the Mad River
incline
at low tide.

Boulders breathing
sliding heaving into
the waters currents,
Inquisitive
black eyed faces
with
perpetual smiles,
Maybe they're just built
that way.

Babies crying their mother's name,
But only the River
hears their call
until mothers
as they usually do
return
to nourish their off spring too.

One day not far away
these babies cries
go quiet.

Sand banks fall into the river
the only sound
as the tide
starts flowing back on in.

The ocean one way,
The river the other,
Converging at the mouth,
the two mingle
singing to each other,
Ocean waves
River currents
as the tide changes
from in to out
somehow just like life itself.

One day not to far away
boulders slide
moving into the water
without a mommy cry,
The Mad River
by their side
or
immersed
in the comings and goings
of the tides
sleeping
white boulders
side by side,
Barking from time to time.

---

i
drown
in the gasses
of a jovian sea

on the
red spot of
Jupiter
and of the
twin moons
Io is my only
light

she hoves
a pale blue green
sea creature
in the
phosphor

swirling
like a dervish
the world of
a pervasive
and perverse
nature
wears black lillies
and widow's weeds

i
was
in the
past when
i looked up
at the stars
already gone nova

a connect the dots
roadmap
that is
nothing
but

*history

Chasing,
Chasing,
Chasing,
You see that movie in you mind,
And you see that devil in your line,

What are you going to do?
With the self you intend to suffice,
Surfacing in patterns,
Of Worth,
I know of,
That Heart-felt,
Variance, Of situated fear,
Ugly, Death, you canceled all those perfect days,
Like a show you watch,
Or the water, the waves...


Everyone loves those ruthless men,
With their toes all bent and their minds all spent,

Everyone loves those tired days,
Where the rain comes fast,
But the pain stays the same,

There are rocks of Granite,
And bones of bone,
Men and Woman,
Inside of one Tomb,


I write sometimes, to breeze past the day,
I write sometimes, to remind me of clay,
I write sometimes, to tell you I love you,
I write sometimes, to relent and decay,

If I finish this,
Before you end it,
Or read it after,
My only hope is life's disaster,
Will sweep by your Soul,
Dive past your Spirit,
And leave your mind Whole