I can see through The way you put it In drab olive tones Like sketches of people Drawn in invisible ink Where the page is the only color And the lines are a haze of forgotten notions and history
Today lets make a line Perhaps only in pencil H8 with light strokes And erasable mistakes An outline of your heart On rosy-rolled papers Create soft perspectives until the day We draw in ink.
I sat in my morning chair The newspaper in my hands As my fingers creased the print I saw no words or story But instead wondered What will become of us?
Hold on tightly Then let go A top spinning Grateful pirouette Above, in the sky Til one toe lands Unto the earth Twirls into dust A blurred joy Of balanced brazenry Unto ***** knees And bloodied palms Beckon downward Until your hands Pull the string again
In a moment of glaring dead ecstasy The foothold edge wedged down The world spun into oblivion Awakened into creamy havoc On graveled hands and knees Bludgeoned crevasses In a dusty cowl of contempt Toes betray ****** bow A rocky curtsy of know how Shake and stand in disdain Our own dignity stained
Let there be just the air The drift of suns and moons Across arms and backs Through lips and lungs Down into souls opened Within windy spaces carved Caverns of certain depths Shelves of vague sets Assembling nothingness Along lines of long eras Only leading to the end.