I pour water down the universe
and my body receives it well

as the triangular fingers of the sailboats
point to the rippling clouds,
the shimmering finger of the suns
reflection against the sea points at me
and suddenly

a congress of wings
soar overhead and I
die for the moment

Goodbye- Sun
just me and the clouds now

and a memory of your dancing
winged
shadows

I

the river
                          soars
like sun white
horses galloping,
shimmering, glistening

the gallop a harmony
of cacophony
to my listening eyes

what an idyllic
                           sky pink-azure
bringing excellence to rest.
tomorrow the white river
horses will fly like jazz
to my listening eyes

II

half stuttered premonitions ease
at sight of indigo accented flowers.
                  in goat land, clouds turn
                  to white wisps of doves.
the mountain
                            is
                                   with us
a chipmunk at the summit
makes waves through the landscape
dancing like a tambourine

wishes and hopes curl
around my face enveloping
me in Washington air

I see you looking at the chipmunk
and smile like

          really nice,
          your
                    smile
                                is
          really really

          nice

Among the frost and quiet cold,
snow waltzing on my brow,
I breathe and listen to the winter
wonderland

My seat a halo of snow,
a humble nest born from
my weight against this winter
wonderland

And I feel alive and I feel calm
and I could shatter like weary alabaster
statues into snowflakes and become
part of this winter wonderland

If I could just --
shatter

Here, In the brightening forest,
only the fleeting stars can see me

The newborn air I breathe
bathes me in safety and I

Bloom, forget, and
ebb into meditation.

oh look
a deer;

maybe if i'm quiet

you keep me awake
eroding desire for learned things

the aching reality seeps
into the dinner i’ve yet learned
how to cook

TV,
numb the onset of a depression
bound to break me
as it already has to my family

a family intoxicated,
sitting staring submissive
to your sermon, the rippling pool
of sounds too stale to in and
exhale

I watch you indoctrinate
placid as a vegetable

like a euthanized dog
falling asleep I slide into
senselessnessbliss

…

oh

finally

my favorite show

the travel one I seldom see

take me to the places
I long for so much

I saw the fly land on her lips
Figured he was hoping for a kiss
For I remember the drone
A peculiar tone
That reminded me of nervousness
She’s a pretty girl
So I don't blame the fly
But I don't know why
He thought he had a chance
“Poor fly, you’re no man!
Man up!” said I
“How?...” said the fly
“...I never should've tried...”
Weeping
As it flew away
For I remember the drone
A peculiar tone
That reminded me of hopelessness

structure, form, and
political
correctness
drip down tired
backs
as
dreams fade
to forgotten
facts.
once baptized
in scholarly review,
cry
till the fire’s
put out in you.
and when the pain
leaves your
solar plexus
learn structure, form
and political
correctness.