Its name is bee.
Its name is fly.
It lands near me,
To catch my eye.

On coffee lid,
On wiper blade,
In barefoot Sun,
Or shoe in shade.

A wrinkling skin,
A finger still,
Remembered breath,
An open will.

It cleans its wing
With steady cause.
I'll take no life
That gives such pause.

This Whirlybird Backward
is falling head first,
and painballoon minder
is ready to burst,
so the Sun sets its course
'cross the way.

With darkening rhythm
well-finding its time,
and saddest professor
admitting his crime,
the edges so blurry
of which, is the night, is the day.


So turn me to stone here,
and set me the shore, dear,
that I may erode,
in a well-favored way.

That tattered "here",
That weathered "now",
The present plays it's card.

This finest moment,
This actor's line is
Read,
                 however hard.

I thought you were gone,
but what was there
to begin with?

There were no mirrors, or windows,
only the air that rests
between leaves,

no wind,

save what we made ourselves.

A few roots though,
for a token's sake, and
an illusion's speech.

Entwined like those
two wolves of lore.

Little pities-
we burned minutiae,
and made nothing of the forest.

what switch might lay above me,
that I would write forever?

you're no stranger than me.

I'll convolute as long as I see,
with the sea- a shining quarter.

I'm in Heaven, now.
With words.


Don't bother searching,

      we'll all drift well enough,

and breathe,


             and breathe be-yond.

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.

you,
thepillowberryappletart
cantyoutakeawaythenoose?
yougrappleg­rappleeverplunge
wontyouloosenvaluestoo?

givemesodagivemecandy
g­ivemestockingsonyourthighs
loadedtaffyshootietoy
imtheinhousethun­derskies

givemefuckinggivemehappy
givemesweetexplodingSun
imthed­riptodeathcollapsing
imthemillion
youre the
one

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

that all of you are stars.

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.

I pray that You might use this shell,
To sate Your lust. Though use it well.

       My want, it swells. I hunger, for the pain.


I wish Your stance might shadow me,
Leave me *****, and take Your leave.

       Your long denial's my new phrase for sane.


I reach the edge, and see the Sun.
I shut my eyes, for I'll not come,

       Without permits. I'd rather, bed the tame.


You know the words, the language terse.
My sweet restrain  supplies the verse.

       Might You never,
                              lay my need,
                                                           ­   among
                                                        ­                           the
                                                             ­                             plains.

i love you more than life itself

i love you more than life itself

my body, mind and soul are yours

i love you more than life itself

I shouldn't drink.

You become




love's *******.

You forgot where you loved me,

I forgot where I died.

The grass grows now awkward.

In that space where we tried.

Would you stay?
You said that request laid down,
Would never be denied.
A sheepish grin, you turn and go.
Our nine is left,
Consolation prize(?)

       --------------

Three out of seven,
To night by night,
To month by month,
Towards something dying.

The story grows,
The self-sight shrinks,
The angry
       boredom
              tendrils,
Tighten 'round me,
Can I leave?
       No.
I'm left and forced to play,
With metaphors and rhymes.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing,
Me?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears.
Denials stick to me.


The load is shouldered with it's separation,
I find ideas, lying in the meds.
You take what you will,
And leave when you can,
To find yourself in another bed.
'No, I'm not, I swear!', you say.
But I can only believe your lies so many times.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears,
It looks like I'm leaving...
I'm leaving...


(outro)
It's anything but clean,

I'll not be your plan B,

It's anything but a clean break,

So we fade,

And we fade.......

a thoughted beast,
neither poet, nor man,

let his words construct themselves.

without a care to show
on sheet or screen, (let them),

no need to be, or grow.

with arms to forget
under closing eyes,

with a prize of
only silence,

like the shushing grass,
unaware

of even its green.

will they come with the nets
hid behind their backs,
the butterfly catchers
well-set to atttack
thespinnersthespinners
thespinners
thespinners
the found?

not first on their list
but slow, as keen
I'm in charge of the Tremble
though I'll not make a scene,
my mind is well packed
and ready,
to where I am bound


I am a given,
a proof displayed,

I am a math
of growth and decay


I am

eagereager

          moving

                                               day.

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

And which way shall I
Bend the world?
Towards me and others' fear?

To use them plain,
Or craft their strain?
To hurt those closest dear?

Those things so able,
With length of cable,
Could I, while drawing tears?

I could, so simply,
So dare not tempt me,
To shorten life, by years.


Thus standing straight,
I hesitate.
Such ease would cast poor form.

So, instead, I lean,
As those I've seen,

                                            To light
                                                                   To lift
                                                                                           To warm.

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.

Green fairy providing,
The long lip sliding.
With thoughts passing
Words and naught.

But what do they mean,
These elephant screams?
Except that I'm ok
In knowing self ought.

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?

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.

I fall for facades
  
            like skin pale and crows.


    How can I know what is real?

            It's the resonance.


              Would it meet,
          
                   Would it want,
  
                       Would it greet,

                        Would it show,

          would it take me to task in the night
  

                                                  like the resonance....


Stop spinning my heart, please
      till I'm ready to send.

        How could you be of my path?


                           I swallow the still,

                    change acceptance and will

                           till I skip like a stone in the tides

                                                        

                                                                                 of the resonance.

Had your heart tendrils,

  I would tear into your face
like time to deserts.


Your words won't blank me.

Efforts to stone,
gladness to walls,
your lips await the heavier things.

          Three years will pass
    before you know what I see.


I'm lifting full breadth,

              you'll come to me,

                   with small pauses-sad,

                                      I'm lifting full breadth.

And I'll never have to ask,
                         "Is it enough?"


     "is this enough?"

(smiley-eyed answered)

I am you are tree

If all is coincidence

Then I may be leaf

listen to me sleep,
    and maybe
I won't fade away.

but that's what I
should have,

                    said yesterday.



       I'm the whistle,
    you're the hum.


and neither of us,

  
               know the words.

your form
was made
for my eyes

your memory
for my mind

      the fruit will never rot

      
                             it will only disappear

It's a shame that
both of us were pigeons.

It might have been better-
just one of us.

It doesn't matter now,
whether the rest of the world
were cars, or cats.

We ruled just
as we needed to.

Each of us
more Counter
than Captain.