We're not the dreaded foster.
We're not the tackled fate.
We're not the preechled tempest,
Worrying that we're late.

We're not the trench entangled.
We're not that speed trap set.
We're not anjlichen models,
You're happy to for-get.

We're not the unbecoming.
We're not the dis of ease.
We're bigger, smaller, lighter.
We do, because we please.

We're present, loving tendrils,
The cells that feel you give.
We're prosperous, furdy hopefuls.

You learn.
We flow.

You live.

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.

What if I'd, heard tales of the Sun,
But had never seen it rise?

What if I, had hoped for you,
But never met your eyes?

What if skipping stones found life,
And took cerulean skies.

What if,
In waiting,
Heartbeat's taming,
I found the Moon's light wise.

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

what dreams may come
on nickel thumbs
i take my chances here

to be or not
such fickle crumbs
i lay my bodkin bare

now, i'm tipsy fine
and spatial divine,
this moment's the happiest glade,

and yes, stretch I would,
if only I could,
this second, pinpointed, and saved,


though my usual friend,
the Sun, will soon end
a perfection, so cursed to fade,

and i'll have to wake,
and on faith, sober take,
that i'll find
the Moon's shine
re-displayed.

Did you see me turning madskips?
Did you see me throwing tools?
Did you wash away the ever,
With the haunted feckless fools?

Will you meet the prizes gutted,
On the ferry deemed Toulouse?
Please just leave me skinless, wreckshift,
On the raft of aimless muse.

Digging prisons with fumbling history,
With new water now filling my cell.
Such beautiful insights in drowning,
God chanced me,
Hitting that well.

My words now seeming a patchwork,
And comparatively not even a thing.
As I float and submerge through her wisdoms,

About her courage, her vision...

Her spring.

underflown
and overflowing,
stripped,
returned,
renewed

truthings spied
redundance plied,
her habit's
gone.
Unclued.

her heart is clear,
now I'm the fear,
how weakly
I
have proved

that what is right,
rarely sits beside
what is
easily
left to do

I seek to fall into her skin
cloakless.

I sense her soonness,
as I smell rain
with the windows closed.

I have an unhappened memory
of nuzzling her nape,

and my body reclines into my soul.


The oscillating pogo-stances
keep me at bay,
though I feel the brink
of a greatness unsolved.

So I keep an eye open
as I fall through the bed.


My totem

considers her's
                           called.

Did you know what you saw?
Did you know what you felt?
The half murmured confidence,
Of meteoric bells.

Did you shy from your musedom,
To protect beyond self?
Did you frame your desire,
Or put your wants on the shelf?

You embolden my patience.
You set to spirals, my grace.
My heart left to tilting,
From not merely a face.

Tell me You own me,
My parts all inclusive:
Body, soul, pride, and my lust.

The wreck-happy given,
The floor lackey driven.
So quickly enveloped in trust.

Intelligence owing,
To each respect growing.
The wit savors no signs of rust.

This demon has proven,
    Why angels set grooves in,
                 What we don't suspect,
                        
                                                                ­  well,
                                                                                 we must.

How could you be a cavern?

   I still smell the ocean.

          There's naught for our time here.

                 I've learned, to do as I please.

The cat sits rows, and even columns behind you.

        I've mastered the ending,

             Now, let's begin on our knees.


The truth isn't frothing,

            as it did in our youth,

An envy just beginning to teethe.

                     Let's smile the collapse

                  Of our ledges' fear-chancers.

         This ocean's now learning to breathe,


                           and cast


               and cast


and cast.

Take me for lifting,
Take me for sight.
My bed is too heavy,
My love is too light.

I'll earn-wrench the battles,
I'll fake-set the touch.
But I'll down-step the tempo,
While taking too much.

I'll live introspection,
I'll not play the game.
I'll push your defensive,
And for get your name.

I'll force feed regretting.
In claims for my art.
Run, pretty, run now.
Or I'll soon break your heart.

My words love their forms,
My thoughts love their eyes.
I cheat under paper,
And oft draw their wiles.

My hands want for reaching.
My skin wants for love.
But with distanced desire,
My musings are gloved.

So I'll see you in Knaught-touch,
That nymphaeum dream,
I'll kiss you such letters,
Nuzzling alphabet stream.

You gave me words.
You stole my breath.
You lingered lovely,
Such empty tests.

I lost my footing.
I gained my sight.
I couldn't draw you.
I say good night.

Bottle up intention,
Bottle up the noise.
We break piggy for thoughtpence,
Knowing we'll "be boys".

Save yourself for reason?
Save yourself for sane?
Nature is Complications,
In absence lies the pain.

You're gonna pop, into heaven
With your head caved in.
You're gonna feel the silt hard
Before you do it, again.

You're gonna rhyme around
And run around, foot-stick gait.
You gonna listen to the choir
With a lake red stain.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead a right
       dig a bed
       lay the light

You're the ghostly kissing
You're the ghostly kissing


Greedle humpty ditty
With a song left low.
Needle something pretty
With a new plunge know.

Hit me in the neck
With a slide-kiss blow.
Need me in the morning
In the soft-wind-go.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead it right
       dig a bed
       lay the light


You're the Ghostly kissing
You're the 'times ten'

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin

Her soul on its side
Is a brick I won't fix.
Her soul on its side is a star.

I burn as she cracks,
The shine laying tracks.
I follow them, picking up scars.

I'll linger not long here,
The scent soon may fade.
Though I'd easily gather crumbs from afar.

I'll catch what I can,
This poet- a man.
Her soul on its side is a star.

Pressed against
And blackened since,
Eyes meet lips meet love.
But when used so loosely,
She sends, "Choose me"
Happy?
Don't look up...


Caressed again,
And lacking since,
Eyes met lips made love,
But when used so confusedly
He don't choose, but
Happily asks,
"Did we just make love?"


Walking behind that boy,
Was me-not bad,
One beautiful then sad
One more fierce than sad...

If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.


She's dressed again
And packing since,
Eyes made lips made love,
But when used so lucidly,
She don't choose him.
Happily, she says,
"You know, this ain't love!"

Walking behind that girl,
Was me-not bad,
One more beautiful, then sad
One more fierce than sad.

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain.

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...

Then love as a constant,
Is exactly the same.

I talk to the girl,
and hope the woman talks back.
I gaze at the swirl,
and hope for some slack.

I waste over chance,
and brace for the coil.
I strike, not as snake,
But I'm selling the oil.

I'm usually mere thumbs,
and a boat with no tack.
So I talk to the girl,
and hope the woman talks back.

I am a tree
who's been pierced by another.

There are heavy tangles.


I have a voice,
but no sight.

Where am I?
Where is she?


Our roots share many stones.

And at my finest,
there is only water,
and sunlight.

I want not the lonely,
My bed's twin is too big.
But I'm the overtaker,
With nothing to dig.

I bury myself deeper,
And wait for the dawn.
The Sun, after all,
Did yesterday come.

So hopefully a "you",
Will return, just as well.
And douse this cold fire.

This empty.

This hell.

It was on our lips.
(And) the downturn was everything.
'why wouldn't you think rocks could be green?'

You turned from the ships like a foam-latent cold.
The snaps-onlooked couldn't believe.

'stop wading, my love,
we're not here to understand'

We're here to look.
We're here to love,

and then leave.

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"?

this won't be re-written,
though it'll be felt fair enough.

it'll hardly last at all,
with luck, it'll go down rough.

the paint, I'll waste on chippers,
the words, I'll waste on time.
the love, I'll serve with clippers,
my whiskey will serve your wine.

I'll knot my hands with good-ends,

"dream fingers, of skin, and spine"

Show what you've drawn.
Love what you've known.
Come to the meeting,
With nickels and bows.

Lighten your graces,
Smile in the Thorns.
I'll swim in your blue hues,
But drown in your warms.

maybe, I'm not really here,

maybe, you're not really there.

But I still just assume
forget your face-
a nuclear winter,
a desert for the alkie
hooked on water.

if I could only binary it
as it pops on a screen,
but my hand won't forget
the small of your back anyway-

Waistland.
You boiling water for spaghetti-
An eternity of my palm on your hip.

Yeah, this is as much a haunting
As the moon is a ghost,

no.

No Reaper,
Thus no ghost.

maybe I'm not really here,
but you are most certainly there,

the Immortal,
the Undead,

(strange I follow)    .

file me away,
till dusty, till the drawer
squeaks, and won't close.

collecting archeology,
no place for me, out
of time, like us (were)

back wrecked and filed
with matching spine,
few papers to yellow.

catch me Sunday.
what'd you forget?
you no boxer yet.

file me away,
a pencil you forgot
to finish chewin'.

Do angel's need water?
Do angel's need art?
Is there music by which
Their dancing takes part?

Their presence, their gifts,
Their generous deeds.
How pays one back an angel,
Who has aided a need?

Do catch me staring.
It's my hardiest dare.

Leave me with purples,
The frozenest pears.

I want but can't have.
I look but won't draw.

I charcoal the water,
A lazy lack sprawl.

Your gaze hits my thoughts,
The loveliest wrecks.

I want you to know
You're too pretty for ***.

lay me out as your clothes,

ever closer to you than me were the threads.


lay me out as your clothes,

a soul guarded with those colors to fade.



write a short, folded sorry
hidden in this pocket,

before you
lay me out
as your clothes.

I was a lateral,
and ticking.
I saw the seams
in you.

You were the new
becoming.
I was
the precious you.


Stop reflecting,
keen sister.
You were
what I sought.

Be now
transparent, lover.
Become what
I have caught.


Such crystalline seed,
have I projected thus far.

So I sit now in silence,
to see just what
things are.

all that's alive
are my hands and lips

the rest is vinery


there's nothing to touch
the brain to tips

just a bested line in me


we're empty enough
swollen rosen-hips

lust's a slow findery

He lives poet lonely,
Her eyes are the guidance.
He's bothered familiar, as
She's making the tide dance.

He's glad for the distance,
For her lines, he does lean.
Though introverse common,
Many states lie between.

He found her by chance;
By a binding in art.
Of converses deeply,
He hopes this is the start.

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.