The Music evades all dissection
it never escapes or gets held captive
and while its apparently our best teacher
this endless summer
is just one long journey to The Falls
gone are the days of masters and slaves
and all that is left is our retirement
so lets dance our days away in The Shades
while love is complacent
and sometimes copacetic
i am peripatetic
and there are still no takers here, yet

wisdom came and went before the morn
i was a sailor then, when we were a thousand strong
pious and pliant, the preacher wandered on
just ahead we see the edge, but the end is never near
give your life for a good time
but your soul is much too dear
fear not, for several hands are here to help you
i see the light, at the end of this dark tunnel
music is madness, so we rest in the sadness instead
those stories are what we fear and life is complex, unless its clear
so go outside my dear and sheer the wool from the skins
feet first she’s risen, at least a hundred times or more
thirst and hunger are no longer an issue here
so keep yourself steady and ready to hear
the words of your master, are always quite near

should we simulate a state of emergency
when frankly the fractures you’ve experienced are not even fatal
while our dynamite maker was just a teenager
her slow motion wink took me right out of my seat
I blinked and before I knew what had happened
I was beside myself lying face down in a puddle of ink
it might be silly but it reminds me of a story
about two little children who were fast asleep
and then their stuffed animals came alive and started talking
how come i can begin almost anything
but I start to drift away before I even finish the first paragraph

with anybody’s body
that we could find
we made ***** gestures
in our mind
i wrote this poem yesterday
and you are not a third rate sweater
now i have nothing else to say
as a measure-menthe of kindness
i vowed to fill my plate
and eat from her late night diner
you dreamed a wishing well to appear
in hours spent beneath the shoreline
i repeated that you were a miracle
she said, coerce me and i’ll never surrender
so we pretended to fall asleep, until numbers
came falling from the treetops
i could tell that you were consumed,
by the heart of everything