Shouldertop angel,
Might you silence me please?
My thoughts ride the coattails of words.

Mute just a moment,
Or wrest this disease,
Or pass it to that most flight-less bird.

I ramble, I wade,
I stumble and fade.

(chase, chase)
(learn)


SoLowIst Angel,
Allow these expressives.
But also, please allow them
Unheard.

I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
I have sat down beside Her.

She's one of the tools,
That's helped me remove.
The ballast I was so well-supplied with.

She's as close to the Sun,
As I'll ever come.
A warm reflection of fire and Truth.

I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
As distal tide,
am I Hers
to move.

I wish I understood
The muse's gift.
I wish I could see the string.

And more than feel
That tightening lift,
Which gives me words to sing.

I wish I could touch
That pulsing wire,
Which electrifies my thought.

But, I'm merely a man,
Who's noticed a fire,
And is scribbling,

As he ought.

Might you please be my lever,
If I were too clever?
Might you clean, knock me off of my horse?

Might you promise to tell,
Or simply say, "What the hell?"
If I diverged, as a matter of course?

Might you keep me in check,
If my line loses tack?
And remember the all that I've been?

But still pass me a note,
To keep me afloat,
That reads, "It's ok, luv,
You're still learning to swim"?

Will I see you,
before you are shown?
Will I pull at you,
before you yield?

Have you guarded me
in dreaming,
as the maiden,
on my shield?

Have you spent me
in the meeting?
Have you wrestled me
unknown?
I will pull at your
unyielding,
And sense you,
'fore you're shown.


You'll tick my tock,
and spin my clock.


I'll love you,

in to


my own.

be my opposer,
shoulder cricket, you.
show me the deeds
of the now.

instruct me, the good,
and make it in to,
the whistle glad steps
of the how.

I see the grace walking,
but not in things that i do,
I wrestle my name
on the bough.

my understand's lacking
as I shoot for the True,
and sail, through
uncertainty clouds.

the derby bots
and rounded slots,
the push,
the time,
the go.

the hold-me-down
of ever knots,
the whistle
I can't
blow.

the feigned impress,
the postured lot,
for selves,
do some,
give show.

pulled head from sand,
that anti root.
my only
hope's
to grow.

And sometimes,
I fall into a plane,
wherein I feel the warmth
in my heart,

that all of you are stars.

this presence is welcome,
this guidance is small.
impermanence touching,
the abundance of all.

the pulling is subtle,
the vision grows clear.
the wanting feels achy,
the knowing feels dear.

one foot in the Evers,
most-mind in the now.
growing, less to the why,
and more to the how.


we are sprouts of this Garden,
so lovely to learn.
the Sun giving gently,
on this Earth,

for our turn.

I didn't know I was paper,
did you?
I was drawn upon, and re-cycled,
It's true.

I've been canvas and clay,
and crayons for days,
cornflower, periwinkle,
plain blue.

I've been stretched over bars,
and chiseled away,
an assemblage
so grateful for glue.

I've been made,
so I've created.
I've expressed, as I felt.
I've been inspired,
and inspiration.

I've been you.

happy in a nut
I sing for my cup
to fill. as I move through the day

my share of spilled landings
keeps me grateful as candies
that I sometimes get to learn in this way

the odd(s) of my living
pushes ha(l)ves into givings
not yet there. but I'm reading its play

happy in a nut
in a groove, not a rut
let's be souls
gladly stumbling
our own way

Be my water, dear,
Leveled.
Be the truth in me,
Fevered.


  Be the now.

       Be the now.


Be the shine in me,
Present.
Be the line in me,
Drawn.


Be the offered.

Be the taken.


   Be the the dawn,

          
                        Be the now.

The fearless instraction.
The love of things, willow.
The newness of strings in a row.

A topic injusted,
A fated carnation.
Lapelled in your silkiest glow.

I want you not nearly.
Horizoning sunburst.
You're the fewest that I'll ever know.

I'll meet you on morrows.
With clumsiest wordings.
You're the seeds that I've not seen to sow.

Your face is a token.
Thus feed instead words.
Don't bore me with lesson's facade.

I've seen this, the circus.
Your rings merely eyelets.
Engage me with freshening Odds.

I'll teach you to whisper.
Though, bring me full substance.
Even pelt me with heaviest clods.

Let's drink now fruition,
Til swimming in discourse,
And earn out each other's applauds.

As the young woman pulled
Her straight hair from around
The long slender of
The back of her neck,
I found gratitude in my regard.

And today,
There is no loneliness in sight.

drown me along
with the pith and wit
that serve me so poorly

even to the letter,
are the words so empty.
phrased fully,

I'm sentenced to nothing.
book me an eternity.

and turn down (the)
volume after volume
after volume...

So sits it in the darker settlements;
In the glade,
In the long grass,
My whimsy hides, or is hidden.

With the turning trees still visible,
And the near waters just audible,
I remain graspy-greedy,
And long for lightheartedness
Of sunlight,
Of those connection warms.

And so, with steps imperceptible,
Leaving muddled footprints,
I walk on...

I am in love with the surface
Where insects walk,
Water and skin.
No more apologies for
The melodies that shine on her forms.

the mannequin ax
and Ptolemy tax
the spiraling hang-sling salutes

the left of the just
and the tackiest rusts
that lazily now pass for roots

don't hit me with nots
the velveteen clots
you want me, i need you, please leave

from chaos i'm born
with an evergreen scorn
may death find me with empty up-sleeves

too young for Her touch
too young for Her need
she took from me power
at the foot of Her greed

though lovely Her lines were
she passed over bounds
submission desire
was all that i found

a score and half later
only now do i ask
what set Her in motion
this unsavory task

i yearn to know peacefuls
i ache to know sane
though Her unripened taking
is my heart's fruitful bane

Leave me my rituals
The flesh is an ocean.
The truths are all doorways
As lust is emotion.

The tie-knots are leakers
As passive in search.
My motives are pullers
Leaving me hung in the lurch.

Test me on turnstiles.
Work me on pleads.
I drift only daily.
I want only needs.

Keep safe Your distance.
And I'll keep all my words.
You laid me for power.
And left me for cursed.

So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."

But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."

My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-***** so splayed.

Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
                 and well played.


        well played,
  
                   well played.


Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,

This over is moving,
This over is moving.

              this lover
                    and losing
                          is crossed.

I struggle and fight,
To paper the light,
That crests under muscle and bone.

So caught is the skin,
The lux, and the thin,
That rides under shadow and tone.

The charcoal I savor,
And touch what I gave her,
This presence, this memory mine.

So journaled her beauty,
With deepening duty,
My happiness-
          
                                        her infinite line.

As lust and sentiment
Stir my thoughts,
Today,
I miss the showers

Be the bend-far, rooted queen,
Narcolepted upswing.
Be the effervescence,
Be the
                 clock
                             wise
                                          swirl.


Do the summ'ry new cling,
Green finger, rotten ring.
   Do the only-Evers,
Do the
                  thick
                              turn
                                         world.


     stammer-toothy
         diddelack-a-span clean

I love your
                           little hands-
I love your little hand
                                                springs.


                        (one, two)

                                 (one)



Be the guard in black.
Be the curvature stacked.

       Be my woman.

              Be the turn.

              
                               Be
                                       love.

hand it true,
she is not dead,
though my heart-
needs it so.

sit my still,
and pass the dread,
fill my grief,
to let her go.

all things off,
and close my eyes.
let resonate-
that love.

            (removal sounds)
                 (testing 2)

                                 what truths
                              might
                                       my
                       spirit allow

       such saturated
                                                pain


                                 acknowledged loss
                             and
                        heart shelled tossed

          my center's hope
                                                   remains

my center's hope
        remains



I cast the loss to winded seas.
With faith, replacing burns.

An end in sight,
With fairer light,

I sit now in
        
                                         the grieving learn.

          I sit still in,

                                                       the grieving learn.

With love reset
Near pinball strength
I see the Moon
Without regret

So wiped are tears
Of weight and length
I wake the Sun
With love reset.

I am the Joom Jot
Draw center
Fickle taste tester

I am the Un-block
Faith lender
Stitch-Med ******

I am the going
I'm the going
I'm the there right now


I am the Joom Jot
Doodle-ease
Caffeinated lung

I am the Roe-bot
When I please
Diaphragm sung

I am the knowing
I'm the knowing
I am the Over-bone plow


Would you stutter in my face?
Would you find your own place?


I am your instinct followed
I am:

                           "Create Right Now"

God gives us this ,
The daily Sun.
Through dusk not meant
To pass.

Those little things
That daily run,
Enjoy! They will
Not last.

For if they did,
Would boredom set.
And leave us
All atilt.

So I thank God,
This favor clear,
Of just why
Ice cream melts.

so stuck in the loop
of the other depend
for happinees needs
thus color my end.
new story to raze and
every attempt
so bury my hopeful
so bury the tempt

it could so very easily
be time to forget

the hand on the dial
and up to now, spent

but human, I linger
the heart and the stinger

this I'll not yet label regret


my belly so turning
an ache in the know

lessen the lonely
yet more than alone

but real do I tender
and search God to render

I'll wade in the feelings of slow


      holding the stead
  fasting the lead
           soon will I paint

                       soon will I paint
               make her my model

                                       soon will I paint

etch a sketch
thus blank me please
shake it lose
and shake me free

so clear my mind
erase my heart
even the new
does give me starts

the pain in wants
the ache in needs
my belly turns
butterfly deeds

I want the quit
so spare her eyes
please strap me down

       lobotomize

with pill-
more happies
and getting things done

without-
sit expression
knowing one equals one

with pill-
keeping blood draining
thinking at bay

without-
know the me
and the just what to say


the struggle
the turning
  the struggle
   and learning

               the deepen
                 the reap and
                    I keep
                        so to speak

                (this,)

  the falling
    the landing
       the focus
          expanding
  
                                    ­  and

                                                       when will I see  _ _ _  again?

the asker
the taker
the lazy hole-maker
the me and my watching the ground

the tested
the failing
the canvasless sailing
the turnings and ever unfounds

the grati-
tude giving
the talented living, but
the passions are buried in mounds

so ready
the dying
and underground lying
I'm blue
pull me under earth's browns

The fortunate I,
The send-sighted me,
What might have I done
To deserve this to see?

That inchworm in paining,
Though pretty she was,
Has set to cocooning,
In endless becomes.

Such books, she has heavy,
Her heart so it spins,
That silken word cover,
With lux-journal skeins.

Such passion in weaving,
She'll fuel open minds,
And full will this artist,
Soon her medium find.

i am the like of you
you're the here of me too
i'm the constance between
you're the love me unseen

i'm the felt top left fence
you're the bareness repents
i'm the take true to leave
you're the endless receive

we're the crawl into two
we're the space that we knew
we're the crashing aboves
we're the pundits of love

lovers are red
oceans are blue
i love the waters
and they love me too

the neatness of fire
the warmth of the you
the simple equations
i work out for you

the angel numeric
may fit in my stride
this kid in your presence
is hopscotching wide

this naif out of training
has nothing to do
but write little sillies
that may be for you

strings and kittens
are
boys and girls

that's what the nobody says


a lay from the thoughtless
a love for the turn-wit

i walk while withouting the beds

now, how long shall i
fake the dance,
and let the life pun
circumstance?
consider it luck
the fools i get to note?

my God is one
of humor, see
he plays such lovely...
     melodies
the scherzo-His, is one
i know by rote

the users feign
their words, His name
and lie to sheep
to push their fame
but Hell has little holes
in which to writhe

for He does see
it makes me smile
as they do jig
their wares awhile
the jokes on those who'll
burn for money'd piles