it's dark,



sitting in an empty room
pretending to read
so many thoughts
mind in water
not yet ready to breathe

awake in my dreams
not steady to sleep
the earthquake i'm riding
won't let me keep
my way to you

sipping the vast gloom
from the big bang boom

i've been searching
for you



nothing to seek
no window to peek
only stark darkness
to love and breed

forget love
too old too cold
through and through sold
nobody knows any code
valentine's dead
and my heart is old

circling the universe
in search of gold


and i find myself drift
in middle of
the universe
with nothing to hold


with no truth to seed
no hunger to feed
with only silence to teach
the science of violence

in middle of
the universe
searching for opulence

finding nothing and,

collecting the pieces
and throwing it in the fire
making smoke from ash
thats been flying in the air
to everywhere

until it all goes black,

back to the same emptiness
we were all born from
without time

the world will fail,

and the words will fade
just as they came
and became
a thought in my mind.

lips
false as a beach
damp
a pearl on the lip
dampened
the blackness of a tear

falling

aside
(wet leaves in a book will not dry)

falling

the memory dies
slowly

a plate held before each face
saying who am i

the moon

(the moon after all)

did you say passe partout?  did you say alone  in this corner?



i have been to ireland recently, took my documents,           my bag

and passport.



it is another country.



we were away a week and on returning felt slightly low.  lower

now since the article.                the helicopter crash up the road.



can you imagine?



they were going

to ireland too. they

never got there.



(  written  with respect )



the roads are still closed,

i just drove past.      been

to buy plants.



it was a red one.



sbm.







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