the list.



next week, the oak revisited.



it had stopped raining an hour

or so.



a breeze stirred the branches.

water falls.



sbm.

a bird, clever, watched my footsteps
took note of my being, my general movements,
was I injured, slow, old, at the near end of my days.
this bird has been around for all my wandering
and I would not be whole without its presence.
Hoodie Crows, that clever bird,
may yet peck and pick over my carcass.

.
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.  
                                   In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her haunting childhood.  
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
Her hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.

When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.

                         Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.  
                     When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
.

It was me and the stars again!  I leave this dead planet in route toward the destroyer that nearly destroyed me.  It was good to be among the stars again. Into the expanse of darkness surrounded by star light. My wings made of sapphire blue star light.  I traverse through the darkness that connects all the light together.  They go hand and hand you know. You need darkness as you need light.   They must remain in balance..  Night to day, black to white, Light to shadow, Rebuilder to destroyer and so forth.. I was nearly defeated by this collector of chaos.   He has just arrived at my home planet where my fellow dragons are fighting as of now..  I can feel their power grow as I get closer and closer to home.   You see they are my light, my shine, my hope, and my stars.  And so it will be me and the stars again. We will shine in the night.  Even after we are gone, we will still shine on! My name is Secalos, Blue Star dragon of the cosmos, sky priest of the sky oceans.  I am coming! Fast and fierce, shining brighter than ever.. All because of one thing I did!  I remembered me!

To never again pick her up at the
Train station.
"Look for that green dress you
Love. I'll be the one in it, loving
You."

To never again watch her
Frustrated and cursing the
Similarities between puzzle
Pieces, with Easter snow teasing
The windows behind her

Silhouette in my living room as
Belle spotifies Pieces
On my stereo and I just
Stare, smiling like an idiot until
My gaze burns a hole in her

Beautiful neck, and she turns
And giggles "what?"
Blushing and rubbing her cheeks
From smiling so much.
To never again.

The first flowers I gave her made
Her cry. As did the last ones.
I don't even know if she'll see
The card with these ones that
Says "thank you for each second

Together."
So romantic how we thought
Death by her cancer or my failing
Heart would end us.
No, the trivialities of Life

Saw our poem burned. Buried
Like some completely healthy
Pet put down prematurely.
I remember the mid 80's; dad
Drunk and unproud knocking

On the door to my room.
"I killed the kittens again.
Soon it'll be your turn."
Now I know why he always
Kicked at the cats.

He was kicking himself.
As do I.
Never again.
Train stations and green dresses
Will always hurt like

Hell, and people loving, and
Kittens, and puzzle pieces that
Look alike.
"Never again?" She asks.
I love her too much to lie.