Wrest my head from this,
a twinge as illusive as pins.
Rake the bottom lore,
as off the mark as 'sins'.

I'm neither lessened
nor strengthened,
I reek of applemore and soot.
I draw and I leave unconceived.

I grow without practice.
I denote without lye.
I smile hopeless, with gladdened reprieve.

My pallbearer whistles,
and thinks of my joke.
I painted enough. He believes.

Turn tears now to grinning,
as I've learned the unbluff.
May I end this long night with a seed.

With slipknot slack
And darkened silk,
My breathing sets to skip.

With lust for love
And versa drags,
A swelling waits for lips.

I feel you only.
The tease, the tight.
With tick tocks set to drip.

I struggle bound
The pleads, the fight.
Your flower's handled slip.

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

Engage the linking,
And free the fray.

The cuts, the blood, the dues.

Deepen the giving.
That rooted loving.

Embrace the roses

....however blue.

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...

I swell under pretense,
A lightening greed.
I want for my 'peacefuls',
My want learns to need.

I dread so the mirror,
But I know how I learn.
The purging of ballast,
And the healing that burns.

I hot-turn the water,
And off-switch the light.
A growing sits, waiting,
In darkness tonight.

There is a warm strangeness
                   that I hope will fade
     once I walk out under the sun.


The coffee is cold, but finished.
                        My mind feels bigger,
                                                 though emptier.


                              Acceptance comes before peace.
                 I am of the river,
and in it.

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.

You don't belong here, do you.


           Captioning meat like vanities,

                  nothing stirs.


You make noise

        the way the tides move sparrows.


                  It's not all for naught,

                                                           I know.


Though please,

           Consider the cease.

                   You're clinging to sheets,


                                  not them to you.

I want a blanket named crash
and a pillow named home.
Save tears for the foreword,
I'll return before long.

Sleep-sing me, Glasscatter,
the metal twists sweet.
The headlight's no Source.
Let oil, as blood, seep.

I turned, not for nothing,
little bird in the road.
We took flight, singing softly,
so glad that it showed.

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.

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 love blue so simply,
I love blue the most.
I love the way blue,
Just sits on the coast.

I love her expression.
I love her routine.
I love all her cobalts,
And music, and themes.

I love how she guides me,
In filling the sky.
I'll drown in her heavens.
In blues, shall I die.

Shake the wake tree,
Jungle cat pretty.
You're pushing the grab for truth.

Your foot spring strength,
Your spirit frame length.
A new day closer,
            to knowing your "you".

Wrench the tide,
And sail her not.
Of high set Moon,
And papered thought.
The tested weights,
Of self serve oughts.

It's time to turn the heal.


With splinter pulled,
And darkened lace,
So distant now,
And out of place,
Should fade connections'
Pretty face?

The least-of-alls will feel.

next to you
my words are small
they clamber for the warm

they seem outweighed
by truths you house
yet long to know your form

they tell me low
'suggest the touch'
but fear to risk the torn

their meaning slack
your ecliptic
tide so shapes my morn


i wait the days

i wait the days


i long to see
and read that face
that subscript giving clues

not wrong to hope
nor out of place
to wonder-wait my cue

i smile the day
remembrance laced
so think what might i do

to find myself
new sea moon night
          again
                   right
                               next to you

The bandiferd spots
Mark the afterglow dots,
The fervor that hangs in the throes.

I've often jang-herdled
The silk left uncurdled,
My comes and agains have their goes.

I've left the lust listless,
And appleseeds restless,
My truths are not something she blows.

The cherry's well-fallen,
And I've all but forgotten,
The chastities I never chose.

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

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

I want to be
the bee that I see
on the small purple flower.

So many eyes, until
there are no others.

  a breath and a buzz and a dip.

Nothing left,
but little lessons for
drawing Love's gauge.

stepping light,
cleaning wings,

    moments and more


                                and more.

I feel all the pages,
Though sunken with wages,
They stick, they amble, and drag.

Your skin, silver laden,
So draws me, in cadence,
I hope, in your form, time may lag.

I lay thee, the lovely,
And touch-pray the subtlety,
My kissing your spirit in rags.

My fingers pick chordly,
And tone-know you shortly,
Symphonious expanse with no lack.

I wish for a chocolate octopus,
One that won't melt in the sea.
I want her to grab me while waving,
But still somehow just let me be.

I want her to find me so loving,
And while creatures as her are so rare,
I'll consume her, while whispering sweetly,
"You're more and less,
Than my desire can bare."

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"

with gratitude shallow
and three legged horse,
the broken is lucky and kin,

with meat more than sallow
and set offling's course,
the track's making room for some sin,

I'm stuck in the knowing,
the gravemarker's mill,
at best, a false uppity-chin,

a groove for the mudder,
and Degas for the paint,
a noose off the jump

for the win.

I sit in the corner,
Drawing blanks and thanks,
Among brushes so loaded with hues.

I whisper the answer
To an invalid dancer who's strokes
Are ill-peppered with clues.

Reflections are daggers,
And purgings are spanners.
Too sharp or too dull for a muse.

Blue Phoenix reports
In that lackluster court,
"This defendant has no pleading to choose."

What you doin' there, Left-eye?

seems you got me confused with somebody else.
standing there ****-lacked with surance
like a stand,
a bird-tooth,
a shelf.

your minory flagrance the runge-jakes,
your fiery holes for birth.

I'm happy enough in the meaningless,
a taxi, directless and first.

I doubt in the walls like a showdown.
I drink the saloon like it's fate.
I'll shave all the mis-hands from struggle,
and pretend I can wake before eight.

you wither the real when it's comfy.
you dote on the fair like a lake.


The wrestling season is over.

We won out,

                                      the Golden Mistake.

The plan-tackle Wretcheds
The treat-splintered Hodes
The monkey Non-lifters
That seize oft the holes

For them, did I back-break
For them, did I glean
To fill face-less Shifters
And grifting Untweens

Soon settle my Upstakes
Soon twiddle my Oughts
I less waste my Enjeans
I less waste my thoughts

No longer line Sprockets
To satsply their greed
I've lit my own rocket, now
I'll grow my own Need

i whimper loud
i whimper soft
You turn me on
just short of off

     i wrestle in the sliding
                        in the wants


i shiver low
i shiver sweet
i catch my heart
amid the beats

     i set my lip to biting
                       just this once


this gentle hides
the tempest core
the needed less
and wanted more

     You are perfect in Your
                       loving taunts


i find the edge
and stop just shy
of supernovae
and so i cry

       own me take me save me
                                                              
                       all at once

I see where I fit,
As a leave among sticks,
And you, the soil
Giving way to the Sun.

Turn my color adaptation.
You, the brilliant rose variation.
Ever spinning, till our meetspokes find,
"We're the One."

I give these shares
with knotless doves.
I give these shares to thee.
I slake the love
with fearless tooth.
I pass your shore to breathe.

The poor-farm root,
the napled glove,
the tongue released to see,
is just a speck
of diamond dust,
a learned soul to bleed.

The days are gone,
too-static-heart,
as will breaks stone in deed.
I settle in,
the warmest darks.
You were the only choice for me.

How could I service the demons?
So colorful is the score.

I forgot my place once writing began.
What the hell is a poem for?


(mind your head,
once the elephant said,
"such ego will stain the door")

The bare ****** twit-lay,
The amalgam-fed panic,
The tertiary under your bed.

The colors stained wholesome,
The moot-bares non-sharing,
The fake-jawed that leads to your red.

You closet them purely.
You love them with Soma.
That help-sleep that staves off the dread.

But,

Time restarts upon waking,
And age-speed does quicken,
As that ring falls
   from your finger

       like lead.

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.

You're not in a rut, luv.

It's merely in a tide pool you sit,
waiting on a new moon high
to meet an autumn swell full.

Find a lax flow, dear,
till comes the gentle ebb.

Slightest grasps at your elbow.

You'll see...

the both of us.

No distractions, no escape,
My Introversion's heavy cape,
My lust may rise against her nape,
So my heart spins hoops of steel.

I wish for 'love', and 'happy-sees',
I wish for Truth, but on my knees,
I pray my soul's 'Unfettered Pleads',
And bandages, that I might heal.

A water surround,
A tilt of the head.
I know well enough:
A tub's not a bed.

A leak and the drips.
A flooding of thought.
The temperant time bomb's-
Wet medium watch.

I'll sleep with intention.
After dry-rise, *****.
The luxurious freedom,
Of bachelor bed.

A clarity won,
Expressable whiles.
The nocturning wisdom,
Of fallover smiles.

the sun sat long
over the horizon
this afternoon

as it lowered,
I sought to
bury and mourn
a partnership

the sun touched
the low rim of the sky,

I allowed myself to ache,
and tried to hold it, to keep it,
but
my eyes closed into vermilion
as I felt burning, and dissolution

I opened and stared directly at the setting sun.

I felt the words,
"You have to let her go.
I will find you another."

the light did not burn as it fell away

Sometimes,
I am the weather.


                         I might begin twisting,
                          and touch ground,
                              and leave only a line
                of disruption, sometimes
destruction.


                        I might throw off light-
                                      waves of genuine intensity,
                a Sun's love,
                                         a heat that sends some
                           to cover.


       I might loom large and dark,
til splitting open, to rain.
                                                And wait to think
                                                   on what fruits
                                                  that might bear.



I am
    sometimes the weather,

             not lonely,


                      only wondering,



               what other fronts

                      might be embraced.

I'm not a puzzle,
On a map.
I'm a plated tinder-cap.
  I'm the ***...
               You watch,
                                          That never boils.

I'm not the pressure,
On your skin.
I'm the Let-Me-March-Again.
  I'm the lust...
               You hide,
                                          That ever-toils.

                  (a pause, reset)

I am the weight,
That you ride,
I am the Ever-Justified.

  I am the Blue.

               I am the Blue.


                                                         ­ I am the Blue.

fevered little saucer
lover's little pet
found the ****** stirring
found a matching set

live to tie the bedsails
love the perfect knots
leave the after glowing,
saddened by the oughts

take me in the binding
fake me in the pleads
beg for rougher handling
leave me on the knees

fevered little saucer
lover's little plate,
found Your ****** perfect
I'm Your soul to sate

I see patterns heavy,
I see patterns light.
I see the circumference
Of warm, summer nights.

Of dialogues listened.
And shows, all but seen.
I see such collections,
Of coincidenced things.

I feel all the passings.
The futures of taste.
We'll dance in full patterns.
My hands on your waist.

We circle the knowing
And outskirt the norm.
We cling to an Earthwhile,
In gravity warms.

The stage is set.
Time de-compose.
To leave me at the door.

I'll find such sleep.
Short as life.

Dreaming,

On the floor.

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.