the hallmark of contemporary art
is for something to be as cold and ruthless
as the average person's heart

sentient powers stake their claim
in soil that remains dutiful
despite your shame
have we gone insane
its quite likely
or are we still the same
that remains to be questioned
better to drop this game
and stay focused upon
your vision quest intensely

a poem is like honey
for the tongue
a bee stung your lip
and made it swell
I lost my grip
and down the apple fell
way down
down to the bottom
I bent down to grab it
but tripped and then I slipped
on the oily floor
so sore was I
I became ignorant of the ***
that was burning
all around me
a triad of strumming
humming and drumming
love is ancient and equipped
to do battle
with the fallacies that we follow
like flies to the fields
like dreams that never yield
all their memories
like cheese wheels gone sour
our hour has yet to come
while grizzly bears stare
at steaks medium rare
fair children face the sun
and are burned with love
return eyes to magazines
let your heart spread like wildfire
threads are tied together
like millions of strands of light
brighter than the sun

There is dirt on our phones
So we polish them with our bones
Combine pine-cones and pyramids
To see the stars in your eyes
They are dry like the desert
But perhaps we are thirsty eagles
Advancing along the edges of oblivion

Keep yourself clean
And dream of my heart
We never parted
We just left each other alone
For to die happy is to find your home
So comb the sand
And do handstands alone
When you remove the demands
From your sentences
And speak in sweet undertones
You'll see the feelings
That you've already known
From here to there we've grown
Into our houses and homes
I'm waiting for you to return
Like ocean waves on better days
You once sprinkled water upon my soul

I sold my rope to a dreamer
Her crescent eyes held fast to signs of hope
You removed your clothes and found my sleepy soul
And consoled me for nothing
When did we get hunted
Hungry wolves ripped off our clothes
I suppose you were waiting for something
Or someone new to come along
Sunlight always sparkles
At the first crack of dawn

Some souls are a little too porous
They break promises and justify it
A little too effin effortlessly
Words are my only medium these days
And I’d hate for you to have to hesitate
Just because you lack character and have
Nothing relevant or useful to relay

sweet serendipity pouring through our veins like honey
timeline tragedies are existential certainties
stolen virtues and symbols of power are certain to remain
i wish to show you something that you’ve always known
in the tower of love we shall take our cover from the fire and the rain
forever faithful even after the entire world has been swallowed
in the flames

sweet embers burning
the state of the world is turning
towards darkness again
as dharma fades
what shall we name ourselves
when all is lost
what cost will we have to pay
how can we live again
there is no other way
save the road of innocence
all is a gamble
a sentient mess
the world is fading fast
as despair rises
its hard to know what to do
sing or dance or run away
give up hope or rock the boat
what an ephemeral day
starts out fresh and ends in sorrow
burns the fingers and soothes the soul
tomorrow is another opportunity
are we going home
or heading into the shadows
what are we here for
the lion roars and bares his teeth
as we sink into deep remorse
unsure of ourselves
we cast longer shadows
and break our spirits
darkness meanders like a heavy fog
the road is long and windy
spines are twisting
like vines for climbing
combining memory with freedom

blowing leaves fall far from branches that release them
undulating dreams that quietly seed the seasons
becomes the ground's tightly woven web of meanings
she's returning to a faeries den astride a hive of thieves
to hide the falling leaves and eyes that see them
frequently forgotten in the aging light of evening
our heartbeats combine to produce the sound of dreaming
remember that daily baths of suspicion and treason
suggest that we are all undeniably yearning for this beating
yet, I say untie yourself from these meager meetings
and welcome home the infinite mystery that's greeting
family, friend and foe ensure each other's bleeding
and help to release the pain and sorrow that is no longer needed

i see water flowing
i hear birds calling
longing for more
than this rotten shore
waiting for better days
rafts made from balsam
bound by coconut fibers
held together despite the waves

dance little dancer
work yourself into a rage
are you the answer
after all these questions
have we ever even seen the page

plants in the garden
talking nonsense
the grass is growing taller
and taller every day

the bee keeper
used to be a seeker
but now he’s found his way
longing for love
is pointless
wasting time only serves
to push it further away

young women come closer
hold your skirts a little tighter
your smiles and your tears
are really all the same
to me

turmoil:
the oily art of turning
water into wine and/or vinegar
your beard splattered
with fried watermelon
and savory slices
of your finest cheese
we suspect our impossibilities
are always more prominent to others
than they are to oneself
a dream is a dress rehearsal
for life's becoming
a theater of living irony
where illiterate actors
are born to justify
quixotic sentiments
and unruly syntaxes
this jargon may be absurd
but the ground of watery being
knows no other
mercy save her own

Coordination and compassion
Rest upon the wrist
But the elbow is beyond your grip
It slips and rips and tears
and bends
Before it springs into action  
once again
I am a lung
I breathe in and out
The language of love
Echoes from the mouth of the universe
at rest there is only silence
I am best used for singing
and diving
I am another form of respiration
I am salvation in insolvent situations
You must learn liberation
whenever I go on vacation
At the moment i am resting
my bones
For love is answered
in silent overtones
Whenever we are alone
Tongues are entwined
And tonight we shall dine
on our tiptoes

what a challenging occupation
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect directly
stardust collects on your shelves and altars
stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can not touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual concepts or only in conglomerations
chains of misnomers
all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings,
perceptions, formations and consciousness
earth water fire air ether
manifesting maya
a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or is it irony
i canʼt recall since i had that fall
my memory has been slipping
but truly today my brain is working perfectly
it feels brand new and polished like an old table
what a refreshing feeling
that existence is cheering for you
pushing you forward
towards your destiny
all you have to do is let go
and accept support and love
its all naturally wonderful
and yet we wonder about our value
if we are not struggling we forget to give thanks
if we are not puzzled we forget that we are amazing
staying put long enough to get organized
helps if you want to remove the clutter from your mind
yet traveling can help you to broaden your horizons
oh and by the way
i may have forgot to mention
that i signed you up for the total package

I am dancing through the worlds
entangled by your curls
technology, commerce and religion
labor, agriculture and entertainment
what a way to grow and learn
our hearts are bigger than our homes
sweet waters and violet thrones
our shadows taller than our souls
have you heard the echoes
of owls in the forests
the queen of the jungle
her eyelids are painted black
swollen in their act
of becoming images
forever bitten by candy striped gardenias
soldering irons are hotter than the sun
your darkness is something to outrun
keep chasing images and you’ll go blind
the time is now to rest and unwind
green trees bring traveling companions
to their knees
i believe in my soul
wholeheartedly
i follow my impulse
a tragedy of enlightenment
shadows of retirement
infinite abyss
harboring the mystic
out of time and space
i run from mind and place
look behind you
are you aware of reality
the tiny details
the cracks in the pavement
bearing fruit
can you see the way
the earth was constructed by language
bringer of humanity's knowledge
your presence caresses me like a feather
i am tingling all over
your presence caresses me like a feather
i desire to come closer to your body
take me inside you like the fire
i smile when i think of you
the way you lay beside me
and curl your body like a tiger
and purr with your whole being
i am a slave to thy nectar
the theater of life is chasing us
respectfully keeping pace with our elders
asparagus racemosus also known as shatavari
combined with ashwagandha
this good medicine is elderberry
sweet and pungent for your blood
moist and unctuous to the touch
i will hold on to your hair
pour butter through you bare toes
strain your heart with melodies
eternally naked
i swear by your shadow

i campaigned against our governor
because he was quite the real politician
not a sour bone in his body really
because they were all lying quietly
behind the doors of his cabinet
and in piles on the floor
of his very generous staff's closet

while you view the winter
from the safety of your balcony
this may truly be our last chance
to dance on top of a fragile economy
what a soporific sentiment
for all this negligence is self-evident
provided you’ve been
properly (*****) trained to spot it

Lands of love are lost like missing continents
Remove your power cords from faulty sockets
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune
Truces are too much to ask for
Did you sour this moment
Loud like two lovers moaning
Phony people throw pebbles into the deep
Are you awake or pretending to sleep
Do we dream or do we think
Keep streams clean
Instead throw your rocks at people

letting go of mind and body
out of this dichotomy a world of flowers blooming
forever is in the choosing
to see the water’s beauty from inside our hidden towers
thousands of broken flowers
threatening to reveal the truth that we are returning
to the burning days spent singing in old cathedrals
streaking naked in the woods
dreaming upright streams of cottonwood
treetop dancers stand upon the crashing boughs
deepen their stance and make flashing elbows
your feathers are wet as yesterday’s snow is melting
how many years till the pelting of the sun with arrows and stones
commences to cover up our coats
of fur, tooth, breath and bone with armor
your faith is cheap so you repeat the weakness of the elderberry
your syrup stealthily dripping, stripping, ripping
a wealthy dreamer hungry for the sun-dried lobotomies of love
the watershed depends on nothing yet it remains
ugly and unsteady and ready to drop you without warning
love is deeper than still water
it is all about alabaster and descending melodies
the viola serves his daughter’s laughter
in symphony’s ancient slumber
projecting this imperfect world as a boy masters his box of toys
stepping out into the abyss like gargoyles on the corners of rooftops
i stop and wonder how we plundered so much of the universe
despite the treasures that were never uncovered
did we misplace our souls in the bargain
in stolen mansions deep within the forest
stallions cast shadows on straw covered blankets
asleep in thyme’s meditation
i deliver the delicate feathers of the mother
to swarms of stormy eyed children drifting in meadows
forests of wildflowers matching our emotional temperament
again we separate the wheat and the chaff  
the oat and the staff of ancient Syria
stood tall and bowed before
all the youthful interpreters
foregoing is ambitions cursed gesture

We remain motionless
And a portion of me knows
That I am already insanely famous
So come close and face it
We are infinite silence
As if art were all magical islands
And infinite forests
Histories of violence and tornadoes
Escape our lingering kisses
We resist the finish lines
And make lists of all the lullabies
You've ever had sung to you
In deep sleep we dream
Of trips to the amazonian rain-forests
Hunting for magic carpets
We keep returning
To the exact same pages
That we've always started on

have you undressed by the moonlight
or inside a cabin in front of a fire
if so the moon is impregnated with your delicate skin
and i am a victim to the drifter within
once upon a time the mascara ran down your eyes
and i held you while you cried for hours
now i am threadbare and thin as a reed
without a piece of cloth to call my own
you are living high and i am barely breathing
while you are still young, fortunate and desirable
i've been angry at the sky for quite some time
the stars are within you and i am in need of a compass
you are the moment that devours all my patience
now there is no more need to speak
so i release the urge to think
and just let the words come out
you and i have danced a thousand times
of that i have no doubt

green as eyes
drinking from emerald caves
the color of rusted gems are dancing in your face
i keep getting distracted by the longing in your voice
poetry keeps me hungry
poetry wakes me up
forever trusting my intuition
i seek heavy water for keeping our daughters safe
i serve muscles and nerves in a stew
the returning few are worthy of bone broth
your strength is several miles high
your fame is conveniently shy
i am arguably thine
reflect and revive
however you strive
i support you
all is said and done
now get dressed by the fire
go forth in glory and don’t forget to inspire
in between sensations
there is a pause all for you
how your hair smells
and what are you waiting for
your breath is commingling with the ocean
forever immersed in the moistness of the dawn
i am shirtless and perspiring
juicy mountains determine
our fall from heaven's grace
a gladness that i chased you
for once you were bitten
i could never be happy without you by my side
retrieve the dimples from my cheeks
dress the dog in cotton tunics
release the poison of the world
and dance with me in forgotten fields of lavender
the secrets are no longer kept
what was spoken in neglect is now there forever
i hear that one is only a disguise for another

paper trails and octopuses
***** buses and bisecting angles
fragile dancers fail to tell their story
this dreaming is a faculty of insight
a soliloquy of sunlight
sunglasses keep the eyes safe
from burning retina love
the iris is immolated
clinging demanding needing
its bleeding you slowly
selectively they were bought
her mind is aflame with such thoughts
diverting this delicate imbalance from toppling upon itself
what is the way to keep the dogs at bay
i remember you showed it to me by the fire that day
sloven sitcoms
arrows and bows
whoever hungers for eternity
must remember the words
of whatever divine mystery
that they hold dear
as confounded sounds
and shades of hope start to appear

Pockets of peonies
Replete with felonious undertones
This music sings through space
We upstage our own angels
Who have fallen into place 
To the depths of their fate 
They make a soft landing
Held by time's grace
They repel the light's bending
While biliousness bulges
And consternation compels you
Is it corpuscular or crepuscular
Neglect that commands you
To make your escape
Do you select denial
As a worthwhile opponent
From the depths of my being
To the depths of the ocean
The sea floor is waiting
For you to touch
Her unfathomable bottom
Its never easy to escape your prejudices
For the shadow is ever lurking
Beyond your uncertainties
We are all floating
On top of a volcano
If it never erupts
We’ll not know the difference
But if it does
There’s not a chance in a thousand
That we’d survive long enough
To heed even one of these warnings

journeying through
the landscape of the soul
a snow-capped knee
brought me into crisis
a thigh gently covered with wild-flowers
struck a chord of lightning
the desert hearted cactus flowers
once in a single lifetime
your river-bed is made
to be drenched in the raw moonlight
by a cupola of vanilla frosting

I am weeping in a willow’s arch
at the foot-hills of a mountain
two streaks of colorful music that became trees
and infinite magical branches
the size of slender fingers
counted for all the sleepless nights
spent upon bottomless pools of nectar
at the center of your star-mirrored navel

stumbling down a trail
of ear-shaped spirals
then falling into a tiny nest
of moistened shadows
ten lips, one eye, and two hearts
a dozen celestial bodies
beyond form and function
you are a masterpiece so beautiful
the impossibility of reproduction
is only slightly more mysterious
than the absurdity of the lack of instruction

a little sass, a hint of attitude
a pinch of kindness, compassion
and a splash of gratitude...
mix well and consume often

we never moved a thing
our souls have no special priority
situated upon this pile of bodies
burning along the ghats of the ganges
dream yourself a new destiny
if you are married you are already busy
being bought for a few pennies
or rubies
have we tortured ourselves enough
what else can we find fault with
simple distortions are our contortionist tendencies
alabama vacancy
sages melt honey
on their tongues and sing songs of wisdom
long hours lead to tired bodies
repetition is our duty

The best poems are
           written before we awake
so why leave the bed

She gambles with gamma rays
Me eyes don’t know what to say
The mind says run but my heart won’t stay away
I don’t want to play these games
Gamma rays are deadly
But so is love
I run for the cover of a supermarket
Rather than take part in your midnight circus
The lotus eaters are at the theater
They speak of love but deny their own teachers
Your face is formed from the ether
While breathing life like feedback from a speaker
I sneak a look at your homework
And check your answers against
The virtuous serpents of my imagination

does anything make life meaningful
will it ever make sense
or are we destined to cry for eternity
simply let go and be free
give measure and comparison a rest
set your intentions high
follow the sun
and become musically sensitive
as we make our arrows sharp
we become sparks of the divine
no theories can ever contain this
no words could ever express it
it remains a mystery
yes we can point to the divine
like a finger pointing at the sky
but still the divide is infinite
even as the divine is immanent
there are no splits just unity
yet the girl performs her aerobics
with grace and precision
each split a vision of eternity
i seek lightning and trudge up mountains
you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey
i peak behind the curtain
and smell the sweet embers burning

These compartments are ready to take you back to the stars
Mercury, Mars and Venus reside in our hearts
Lines of defiance define our trajectories
And we are inspired by these ancient refectories
Perfect any metal and it will eventually turn into gold
Amulets sold to merchants who cast shadows on the road
They shrug their shoulders and wear beards and glasses on their nose
With a rose in their pocket and another folded in a handkerchief
But are we getting any closer to the pathways of our Soul.

Apollonian vs Dionysian virtues
imperfect forms storm the acropolis
in temple halls the dreamers wept
for the old gods to bend
their icy paws once again
saws cut through the logos
in lieu of cedarwood we got cement
now only short stints of sunlight
descend from the heavens
and the gods pretend not to notice them
but i'd like to take you on a trip
through my thoughts
and around my mind
between my skin and my spine
and define words and feelings
archetypes, images and concepts
that have barely begun to surface
to the light i rise again
beyond sighs and fears we fight
for our right to awaken them

we are the rainbow’s devotion
in archaic motion
a potion of nectar
fulfilling wishes
a *** of ghee, honey and yogurt
poised precariously above
and what a delicious tragedy it would be
if that slippery *** of honey spilled upon us
and covered all our clothing in its fragile offering
once upon a time we walked naked upon the earth
now we wear clothes and i’m still wondering
if we have anything good to show for it

A hundred feathers
A tiny bit of leather
And one cube of ice
Is all it takes
To remind you
Why you’re human

filaments and filigrees
the forms from which we disagree
like stochastic children
we assemble
and then return to our solitary ways
waters flow and release waves
our hearts are safe
ten million creatures teach us wisdom
our answers are the words of vision
if we are misled will we be held accountable
and if we are dead will be held responsible
its simple really
all these tricks are for our own good
spoon fed and redundant she bled like a walrus
our elements are rusted like compliments and comets
mutations abound
since only sound
can drown out this suffering
i am impossible
and try to keep it bottled like lightning
kingdoms toppled and empires are overthrown
still the disassociation shows
in small towns and movie theaters
the life of those who live there
for once put yourself in my shoes
what is the wishing bone to do
it must break and be torn or it will be sworn at
keep calm and let it all deteriorate
what is the essence of the mission
keep calm under all conditions
with wet hair and a coat
with microfibers that don’t float
with puncture wounds in our souls
with diamonds on our thrones
music is meaning
its bleeding
its keeping you company
its a rope
its a boat and an anchor
its food and shelter
its blessed health and favor
the flavors of love
grief is among them
stems from childhood abandonment
settlements form and we are drawn
to our own entanglements
smart phones are dumb
and sam’s club is for yuppy ****
lick these roads with your tongue
smack the floor with your feet
greet the earth like its cheap
we preen and pry
for the prim and proper
but still the water runs dry
never happy enough to cry
smudge the essence
of love from the wall
demand the feelings of space to call you
next time we will run
with drums pounding
i am unsure of myself
can i withstand this pain
why must i remain impassive
fragile like elastics that have been stretched beyond
i am burning in my skin
turning inward and becoming thin
smite the eyes that invade
depend on nothing and no one
sometimes we are safe
other times i am afraid
what a way to exist in this prison
realism scares me
takes me away from the realm of fantasy
bores me with details and causality
sadness is everywhere
have you ever cared
for yourself
or another
surrender and become like butter
a tiny offering
a musical dream
simply whispered to keep you clean
his agony is her pain and suffering
what a mess is all this tumbling
humans digress and become unnecessary
i am sediments from long ago
the tired road has no shadow
the smirk on your face is a waste of time
so remove the lines from underneath your eyes
besides why are we here
is it only to be in fear
I try to steer clear of neighbors with knives
suburban cannibals and housewives

There is no need to agree with me
I see your love being used sparingly, as it is
We already share the same tree of life
And fuel is only as bright as the ultimate, really
We come from hundreds of angels wrestling
Welcoming the shared commodity of love
Back into our shattered skylines and economies
Consternation was constructed from dust
So we encrusted rubies and revolved on our butts
I trusted you to crush me correctly
Instead you became funny
And money fell from your fingertips
Now we bring humor to the dying
In lingering dreams of the aristocracy
Among the other moondancers
We alone fancy a rush of nothingness
When less than a decade ago
We could still find lookouts for our shadows
I resume the music as fumes drip vaporous
And campaigns to elect our democratic fathers
Are merely shambles of something
That once enraged us but now just ramble on forever
Until we can't wait to end all this target practice
But we are still mere artifacts of human hammering
Instantly building our secret languages
Where we will speak nothing but tired gibberish
To a enlightened community of solipsistic symbolists

Are we rainbows
Drawn by delicate fingers
Are we rubies forged in a volcano
Are we diamonds blind as a tornado
Are we sirens
Or are we symphonies
Sung underneath the sea
You are a part of everything
You are a part of me
In watermelon kisses and ocean breeze
I hear you moaning
Whistling through the trees
I see your vision and taste your forbidden flavor
I am bound to find you if I look long enough
All of our fears are poor company indeed
So i say sweet dreams and need to take a shower

Step back
and place your hands on the ground
where i can see them

We end the way we begin
our lessons are set to renew themselves
to diversify we must try something new

Reuse and relearn
our outlook is our own to play with

Let's defy gravity
smile at our insanity
remedy our insoluble arguments

Dance in the cloak of darkness
superhuman struggles
like finding love
among the muggles

Swarms of wasps infest your houses.
Cannabis is smoked on the horizon.
Plants watered and driveways paved.
Your life is about how much money you've saved.
What a sad and lonely way to die.
If a pair of pliers and a phone call,
Could have saved your life.
Then the price of anything,
Is probably just a little bit too high.

Oh what an elegant tragedy we aspire to be.
So satisfy me with your mystery.
We speak different languages. A dialogue of impulse and similes.
Similar to the way you moved with purpose and attitude.
I was bound to attract your attention.
I recall the falling feathers of our fathers.
Like sand washed out to sea.
Bleak eternities spent in separate parts of reality.
Reality’s basements are being washed clean.
Flooded with water and covered with the dampness of feathers.
Feet rustling on the pavement. We beg for entertainment.
Company is coming over. To discuss plumbing and retirement.
Jumper cables upon your refrigerators.
I look into your eyes to deduce the algorithms for remembering.
Your blemishes are no longer rubbing me.
Your lungs were made for pumping oxygen and steam.
Yet we keep it airtight and dry. While aliens were coming for my eyes.
Your irises were dreaming of me. Meaning is always fleeting.
So I borrowed your compassion.
And danced on the Sun. You turned into a living goddess.
But you became just a memory to me. For freedom is never free.
It’s always drifting between sarcasm and sandwiches.
And it can never EVER be found on Reality TV.

her fading shadow
for a moment passed
before the sand dunes
and her silhouette was ****
reposition that rusty sailboat
and let me take
another look at you
before you drift away
for good

i can’t control the muse
all of this is because i let you loose
come and drink from springs of truth
otherwise you’ll remain obtuse
as hyperbole is often true
and mythos plays by its own rules
and only you can ever know
if you are truly satisfied
with your own arguments
and if not let's get on with it
i’ve spent a fortune reading books
i’ve lost time killing crooks
come and lets get high awhile
before the end is near
and even this goes out of style
i am a child dancing in the sun
while you laugh at anyone
who thinks that they are
someone who really
truly knows something

I have a healthy space
That I cultivate each day
We are all architects
Of our own time and place
We are infinite weavers
Of sublime ministries and arboretums
We are blooming leaves and plants
And the tiny fingers that grieve them
We are all Apollonians engaged in battle
With the heartless hedonists in our midst
But we're also dancing Dionysians
Who know that you already know
What's best for you to believe in
I am a firefly on your wall
And long before the fall
I held you tenderly
In my embrace
What a chase yet we never really escaped
Nor made it back from that place
So we attack ourselves in the kitchens
With faces full of ice cream
You laughed and said who is the victim now
I came close to closing the door
But instead i wrestled you to the floor
And cuddled you
In case you forgot
Just how f@!#$@! beautiful you are

Do you think it's a mistake if i stay here all alone
With you tonight and we end up naked in your bed
Can we pretend like we never asked for this to happen
Some people think that you and I were meant to be
But I think it's all just a story in need of a brand new ending
Maybe if we were to fall asleep at the wheel of all our feelings
We would wake up tomorrow in the ER in need of some recovery

Smack dab in the middle of the season
You seized them by their cojones
Accepting all our feminine values
Can never turn us back into men
Remind me of the muck you bared
Like growing mustard greens and sharing your wealth
We uncover millionaires in their health clubs
Doing nothing but killing themselves for free (love)
Now men are boorishly standing up to women
To remind them of their choice to bear children
Or to openly perform complex arthroscopic heart surgery
Still we are fortunate to live at a time
When you can decide approximately
How many fingers you'd like to have inside of you
Its true that we have more to lose than our pride
And at times we experience the same arrested development
So why not join forces for the embellishment of our stories
Your allegories destroy all my categories of interpretation
Did you really think you’d get away with it
Why can't we just let the world know
That we don’t need any more specious people on the block

Celibate sages are ageist it seems
A common propensity of sheep(le)
Is the ineluctable need to get married or procreate
In this heat we are all defeated repeatedly
Underneath a level of arrogance i breathe
Dripping sheet-rock from my knees
We are trying to show by degrees
That I can embody what I need
If I am really the healer that I long to be

a follicle of light is falling
from the house of midnight
troubadours wrap our imagination
in jasmine and other heady fragrances
gypsy eyes steal salt water from tides
and return them to our adjacent lives
keep mustard seeds by the bedside
and burn irises like incense
hours fly by and leave us hurting
like piles of rusted shirts and clothing
her luck has begun to expand
but man still demands his fate
redecorate your cozy cottages
and receive your visitors' disguised hatred
make music burst throughout this garden
as lonely brushstrokes reach out to touch her bottom
i am moving, doing, and having faith only in the theater
she is carrying fetid water with feet bloodier
than those burning skyscrapers bound to her posterior