Outside is gargling with rain;
A displeasing pitter-patter of cloudburst spittle,
You sunlight absent, serotonin vampire, dooming me into this inferior place while water flows into canals frying golden leaves that pass and pass.

I glare and I glare at the whiteness of this page; my to-be creation and what will I create?
Sunburned arc eyes, shuttered, flickered flashes
I recalled, ‘I am a creature of the pen’,
she said: ‘My pen is the best of me’. We share a name you know?

It was 1988, a blizzard hastened its squally flakes
during my twenty-hour wait.
They groaned, they rumbled against the frail hospice window; mother had always said.
A grating cry creaked that February night;
the blizzard was worried stiff.
shall I write about the night I came to be?

So there I am a sprout germinating in the dark,
Birth towards decay.
A natural occurrence, if you know?
I expected so much more.
there is so much more to say.

But I shut my eyes and I am rushing and I am dashing
towards the end of the horizon.
I drop myself into the pool of dooming sunsets,
Be swallowed into darkness; sweet comfort of the unseen.
And after I howl my yowl,

I let it
hiss the birth
of an unfamiliar
miracle

We are flowers blooming
In drunken apartment buildings
Millions of angels sing of your disembodiment
We are shivering in between twilight’s towers
While the dancing sunlight sparkles  
We wade naked in the forthcoming moonlight
Until these fragile articles descend
Disguised as candid footsteps and listless fingers
That linger softly upon the ground of our communion

Can you see the outcome on the wind
When the trees begin to dream
And we drift into states of imagination
Until I become handsome again
And laughing feathers resume their spiraling
We find concrete inspiration
In the mouth of a vacated pair of buildings
That sit in harmony waiting for you to invade them
What dreams may sing in your vacation homes
What words stolen become our anthem
When men let down their arms
And women see the stars
We become greater beings
Then we could ever have imagined

Are we just lonely trumpet flowers dangling
Sang an owl, on the hour, drawn from the stream
When all our hearts made the same offerings
We are pouring into each other's vessels
Muscles with memory select the kinetic chains
That bind our names to our destinies
Its the same as yesterday’s dismembering
Its a blessing to embody the fire
As if this desire is higher than anything
That you’ve ever seen apart from dreaming
So we listen closely for the logos to speak softly
After all it seems it's not so easy to imagine
The fathomless depths of our being
Until right before we need to step off the edge
And rest fully suspended in the breathless
We are the everyday magic of life
Actualizing itself while tired feathers fall asleep
Out of touch but still somehow within our reach