Great with a couple pieces missing,
I think their tied to my toes trailing behind in the deep snow.
Dooon't weep don't weep.
God isn't mute she's just not speaking right now
& that's okay
Everything is frozen
Nothing is over

We wake up to the smell of burnt coffee and stale beer
It's a new year
And i'm hearing static in the grape vines of paranoid minds that jumble lines and fumble over mines like "it's cool, i like my feet ******"
Muddy muddy muddy afternoons
Lets clear this debt to our projections of the future and settle down

They sleep now

I drink an endless tea cup researching the prescribed method for sewing two moments to one palm and tattooing remain calm on the other

We danced in the garden, danced with beetles & birds & one soul and i'm glad you didn't see it cause your hole would be twice the size of mine right now

Was that me?
Were those my hands sitting in a tree cutting vines to tie together clever lines and mixed wether into a raft to sail until these mountains of burning plastic are all behind?
Out of sight...i must have been but i can't sap anymore, or feel the chlorophyl running down my fingers.
Out of sight and the smokes still here
Out of sight

Now where did my pillow run off to tonight?
Rest your head on this rock when you need to.
I know you haven't been tired this february, but you will be & when that time comes i want you to rest your head on this rock
This chest
I'll be laying in the sand ready for you to open me up

Code me, i'm a program waiting for the enter key
But who are you?
That face has changed
Weight lost and knowledge gained
More and less alone than we feel

A pale mist settles on my chest hair while I lay in a morning field there's nothing to worry about
From holes, mice scurry in and out
It's scary when i shout without intending but now the airs hair is warm and alive and the ending of that rain is over
That reign that impregnated the headlines and airwaves
That reign that tied us to benches facing away from each other and the truth
That reign that kept us creeping through suburb streets, passed midnight, passed freezing, passing one last American Spirit that slowly kills us and drowns our voices in sticky tar
That reign is over for today

I know it's your play, but i refuse to play the priest whipping his own back under a lone candle
I can handle this if you'd stop making me doubt myself
The most kindhearted criticism is a catacomb cataclysm that becomes the only thing to demand you listen

I was just just fishin
Didn't mean for you to bite

Who is right?
Who sat up to write all the ways he was wrong one night until the morning?

I’ve been scratching my eyes out, trying to give them to the sandman
I’ve got a master plan but I need a hand for support
This is no retort, nor the beginning of something great
But I ate the fruit and let it’s juices poison me when I caved in to flee instead of leaning on the stronger side of me, traced by a journal entry
Centuries before one third had wounds infected by war
I’m trying to keep the door open that has a hold on all of my motion
No faith in magic potions, might as well drink up
Or give up the cup and lay parched and alone
These are home grown problems, seeds in my pocket
Heart in a locket and I’m fumbling for the key before all chances pass by and hope ceases to be
It’s the clear water I’m after, this tap releases murky
Work the bad knee, no wheel chair present
I’m the pheasant getting shot down by a starving peasant
Hit the resin for a light head full of dread
I’ve rode spirits down roads that Rome built, don’t come crying to me when the rest of the flowers wilt, or your foot slips cause the stilts are giving out from underneath
The air’s lethal better keep an eye on your breath
And cherish what you’ve kept cause it will all pass away
The mental inspection said not safe to drive
Still I strive to pick up the passenger in my dreams
The one who leans on another but used to call me lover
I’ll hover like a hand for a thousand years
And collect my tears so you can shower in them

Well girl if you’re stable at overflowing
Just please let me coast inches
I need to sentry how this is growing
There’s a tugging at my sleeve, trying to lead me in a cave
With a slight incline so not even a torrential wave
Could splash safety
Yours or mine
While our synergy matures like wine

It’s in the print of the design that I come across a constant need for repair
Bring tools along the way I swear ruts bend your axles
Bending backwards can’t twist your posture like her
Fur is soft on the skin
In a race the fox always wins
Reach in to the frothy mixture and pull out a piece of the picture
Even though your centered in a fixture a foundation is hard to find
It especially distorts the spine at night
When the light can’t distract you
From the visible glow she radiates
Strong enough to contract you

A quick right turn is accompanied by a shiver
Which just might balance the quivering intestines.
It is best friends, it is best friends…if we
Keep our eyes focused on the same horizon,
The locus is only half forward, half circled,
And it’s almost as if this river is natural..
It’s almost as if it’s course was cut before it’s spring was opened.
The salmon drive stealthy…relentless to the pressure,
Thinking that in conflict there might emerge something fresher,
Fresher than telephone calls with Alice
As she faced the looking glass
Or the crass manner of reaching for
An always-empty chalice.

But the shiver in itself was enough to explain his expectations
And the gaze of something greater gave him visions of creation
Shelter from the storm
Her silhouette has him splintered
Splintered in hope and doubt that the fates beat the furies

It’s funny how the warmest months cause the most shivers
And when light waxes the grain withers.
I’ve seen Demeter with arms so white
They would cure the night colds,
But the morning flew by with leopards leading me
Down a trail that’s only wide enough for two.
Is this the hallowed path I should walk?
Or just some child’s guidelines drawn in chalk.
Leopards stalk
Which is all that’s left when the fruit is eaten

Hobbits feet feel weak on black sand
Ravens beaks look strong with an empty hand

It’s an annual sense of being suffocated by pressure
Earth is above me going forward
I’m frigid
Children dance for the solstice
Three summers past I first wrapped the cast

Now it seems as if this will last till day’s stop
But the last leaf is inevitably bound to drop

I walk the swamp land with saliva dripping from my jowls,
My brother howls at the crocodile ripping its prey.
It’s been a long day on the hunt for dry land
Where moss is elevated three feet to escape the gripping hand
That keeps us grounded in the moisture
While our tongues crack like a surrendering oyster.

It’s murky;
Opaque with sediment.
Caws and cackles, rattling drums
The search for firewood, four broken thumbs.
But um, we’ve just completed a circle
And still the sun is setting.
Time is permissive

I’m sorry but I’m out here hunting hearts and I don’t consort with the enemy
There’s a vein you see and it needs a constant supply of oxygen

I’ve been boxed in with candles
All I know how to do is ramble
But when I find a place to call
Home and a hand to call world
That I’ll delicately handle my
Course of thought falls right to
Shambles


(Eh-hem)
Sorry, I’m below the surface
You can join me, and I mean you not them.
If you’re here just keep steady your pen.