Cloud scuttle the sky of blue
An eye of blue catch  
The rue of loneliness dwells
Drink not from that well
For those thoughts become
Things
Traced out lines of it in all
Directions-
I will go west

There is a deeper run of color
More raw scarlet and burgundy hues
  splayed
Eying pitiless
 edgewise mouth spangled with tobbacco
Hindsight plays into the corner
barred tooth
wounded & scrabbling at the wood
Without purchase
Come now
Look at you
So pitiful and gorgeous

I've integrated until I am now pure bird song
And I roll ever fog-like down hillsides  
At last I am something or not
Rain plus vapor
So quiet now that the sound of my own voice
Startles me

6:53 a.m
and the sky is smeared in red
Sailors take warning
A heavy drop of rain on my skullcap
then another and another
I stand with pewter cup in hand
Full of rain water and instant coffee
6:54 am

conversation
Worthy of a hospital waiting room
Your contact leaves my skin blistered

I didn't say it to be romantic
But informative disconnected emotionless your retaliation is the
Balled fist a hand I've studied
I know how the skin lays over that knuckle
Scarless you cross two legs I have known with my hands and my mouth
You turn away as if you didn't hear

The wings on my back
Are cut away
By kitchen knife
Veins of royal blue
      ink of you
Are an
Ocean's
Pull
/
I sleep
Walking again like a deer through the Orange groves
And on the banks of C-24
Wandering in dark
Knowing not time's ache
Down old paths
Beneath all stars
I go alone drunk on soil scent
Twenty three as I should be