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.

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.

Seems some of blue saved,
Is for magical beings.
It's saved for their catching of time.

The hues so cuckholded,
And off-swept by needing,
In their want for describing this kind.

They nuzzle toward greenness,
And luxuriant darkness.
And attempt wrapping around her before flight.

But none known can hold her,
She's beyond such chameleon,
Beyond color,
Beyond label.

She is light.

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'.

Won't you pull at my tongue,
With my jaw slamming shut?
That double-edged wit of regret.
Won't you blank out my mind?
These signed waivers of time.
No muse would I more happily bed.

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.

your hair nearing my face,
I'm a jumble of nerves,
you turn and you
whisper like cats

I wonder my stance
and I backpeddle curves,
your clothes are your
skin under glass

my most favorite paralyze,
my most favorite still,

this eternity's
your hand on my arm

Engage the linking,
And free the fray.

The cuts, the blood, the dues.

Deepen the giving.
That rooted loving.

Embrace the roses

....however blue.

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.

She sets tries in the Evers,
And with a fingerly snap
Does hope to move others
Toward a self aiding trap.
With a mirror none friendly,
Save a well tailored mask,
Don't waste your time here.
And don't even ask.

She may now be pathing,
And facing her truths.
But I'll bide still my watches,
And wait out her proofs.
I wrestle with nothing,
All but processed the pain.
I care for her now,
As the falling of rain.

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.

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.

Retrain the knife.
The mind it sweeps,
The velveteen,
With focals deep.

So sweet, the lay,
The houred beats.
So cut the day,
Without retreats.

Now chase your bliss,
With lust for life.
With hit and miss:
Retrain the knife.

Pritzle-prang and maple dots,
cafe laughter-doon,
the other-spike of apres-lots
sleeps til half past noon.

I'm lost in fortune reading fairs,
the merry scent of loss,
don't share the fours with Aldebarks,
he vents the gainers toss.

Regard the ring with slower-stares-
the dwarven clowns at play,
the toffee apple wrestle fit
makes ache, a night for day.

The painted lips, the glower lakes,
some girls, for sell, for rye,
no chance to take, Ms. Rosenhips.
I'll leave the half-sheets dry.

So sickly-sweet with menalgaze,
with waste, with fear, with fleas.
No elephants, to drag me through.
This circus is not for me.

The twisted silk, weighted,
The river unridden.
Please, Moon, might I learn this untied.

With struggle's arousal,
I've grown with my hands bound.
Ancestral's teachings have lied.

I cherish the kneeling,
And towering Venus.
This muse has my lust so supplied.

As a coin in bed, flipping,
This boy's heavy lifting.
Which will win here,
        
              My lust,
                                      or
                                                   my pride?

Save me the wrestle,
Save me the need.
Let's quickstart the happens,
Lest they grow into weeds.

Your hand is safe offered,
Your eyes sharpened wide.
Let's ferry perception,
And bump wakes in stride.

You're blue-my emotion,
I'm red-as your sight.
Let's purple the evening,
And violet the night.

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 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.

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 ***.

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."

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")

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.

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.

there's a dent

right here,

in the couch.


Christmas Eve.

I'll pinch-toss that lackey,
I'll drop-kick that knave,
Though lazed in his efforts,
He's little more than a slave.

A turn-key for hire.
I find my bile rise
At Hypocrites' dementia,
So I'll smile my good-byes.

Having worn a pair of similar shoes.
In your pushing the Sun to set.
So redefine "My Possibles".
This day is not for debt.

The red brick crack and record scratch,
Don't yet reset for morn.
In blood, and sight, and wants unskewed,
Are happenings ever-born.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Floating like fans
How we're lovers undone,

Play neat,
Look long,
And clean.

Tablatures razed,
We read songs for none.

The empty
Is marked
And deemed

A Sounder's Facade,
A Shuffling Nod.

The sequence
Is set
And sown.

A vastness to reap
No illusion to weep.

I grin the substance of
All things unknown.

I am you are tree

If all is coincidence

Then I may be leaf

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.

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

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

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 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

deadpan,

    fix the light
       in the hall.


slowscan,

    take a flight
       reap a fall.


longstand,

    shorten sight
       drop the call.


wait the rain
    wait the rain
    
           wait the rain

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.

Shave the shades!
You @#cking lachrymonster!
Didn't you see the trees??!!

I weighed the pain,
You upperclip LossTare!
I fretted the beryl's leads.

So, go spend your fendshares,
And leave the leaving,
To those who've found the need!


I'll not retrace,

Your burns again.

You are nervous
      beetled
                      Greed.

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

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