Today, warm radiator days said goodbye
to tired prickly feet in the morning.
The sun rose, like a flowering reminder
of the passing of time, the endings of
sentences, lives, worlds.
Today, meaning
came to mortality as sun rays penetrated
concrete ceilings and fluorescent
over-exposure.
Mortality drank life from
a goblet, wine for the eternal spirit.
More, more wine.
And in it all, grapes, the artist's finest oil paints
laid out as a cornucopia of
hope, and faith, and vigor.
Today, the future is bright, as I squint walking
into the sun, while silent rage rests on the
glistening misty droplets in my footsteps. Thinking,
brooding, the rage dissolves in the light, new roads
replace old ones as passing cars brush the
dirt of the past into the street gutters.

Flea --
When it happens,
just like that,
life means everything
and without it,
nothing means nothing.
Don’t expect.
Don’t predict.
Just do
and you are done.

Human --
Build on empires,
towers, and masterpieces.
Build until you cannot see
and then destroy your new beauty.
Stomp on your own dreams;
make them ruins.
Don’t create the tangible
Don’t build on something.
Simply move forward
and you will get there soon.

Tortoise --
You must lift your feet
and set them down gently
on solid ground.
Breath from lungs
that have inhaled the dirt from before your time.
Open your eyes
and see the time pass in peace.
Don’t blink.
Don’t stop.
But learn
and you will know.

Tree --
Open your arms
and ask the world to believe you.
Live so that you can live more.
Expand into everything
and listen to your neighbors
they will tell you your secrets.
Don’t move.
Don’t speak.
Instead, rise up
And you will grow forever.

Rock --
You sit on my bed
and spoke to the universe.
Bring your blessings of a hopeful future.
Speak out with your silent voice,
allow yourself to be budged about by our words;
and never hold on to anything.
Don’t remain.
Don’t fall apart.
All you have to do is be
And you will become.

Marian took her heel, flushed with
the sense as dice thrown out of the
cup. She was proud to sell it to
capitalist bull snakes in their own insane
beliefs. There was a bright flash

    Day and night
    Decent and well-educated

Girls and women into existence beyond
dispute, a unique inalienable individual
but in spite of the newness of these. Marian
took her heel. Took her heel into a very deep
capacity to emerge from narcissism, to where
additional facts can be found.

The day after every recorded European
exploration, bullsnakes made nice pets.

I
In a garden, full of grace,
bouncing in the sunlight,
reflecting our human spirit.

II
It smells like this:
My mom tells me
that it keeps the bugs away.
And the bunnies will stay away from the tomatos.

III
Put into corners of 4 like
a box, a prison.

IV
Orange and yellow are colors,
the next, says the spectrum,
is green.

V
The springtime brings me raindrops
and warm soup by the window,
where I watch
and the snow melts

VI
I live in the city, a place of men and cars.
I do not get to see the leaves and the flowers.

VII
There are people that live in
Forests. They live off of wood smoke
and rain smells

VIII
Friends hold close to eachother
in cold water.

IX
Almost, by the end, it falls apart
into particles and black dust.

X
Each of us is held together by a tiny ribbon,
we stay in a circle.

XI
Fallen in mud and forgotten, dark
black sky, grey air from the streetlight
across the chain-link fence.

XII
The stop sign one block before I am home,
almost there,
close enough to practically be there,
but not enough to feel it

XIII
Regret,
an ending that lasts infinity.
The smile you can never really reach,
at the end of the long tunnel.

Among the graces of orchard kings,
we sit like moonlight on a field of grain.

In violet beams of
sky-burst
bright
in the evening,
the warriors dance to beats of lives saved and lives lost,
to beats of
foot on
    foot on,
pounding the ground rock soil.

Again they dance,
waving hands through swarms of fire,
    light,
fire;
flying home to forest swamps in the no-light.

Child's laughter bursts as smoke from a pine cone,
    frizz-pop,
and they alight,
from guilty blamelessnesses
to a painfully relieving smolder of the
    seh-
the sel-

        ego-self.

Still they dance with eyes closed,
their raised elbows bent, rotating their bodies like planets
as we revolve around this great giant beast of,
    monster of,
deliverance and,
compassion and,
movement and,
all things in this universe that could ever be so bright and fruitful.

You are my morning,
you are my evening,
you are my night-time dreaming
     reflection in the mirage on the horizon.

Sleep now,
as your heroes dance silently around your sibling star,
beat,
    beat
the foot on,
    foot on;

pounding the ground where you sleep.

your happy remembers you
i left the letter on your pillow so that you could read it
you don’t want to read it
you throw it away
you tell it that you are done with it
especially when the cat doesn’t come home
even a cat  remembers your happy

     and i remember your happy
when it came home in your smile
when it held your hand as you laughed
when it whispered in your dance
when it snuck into your room at night

    sometimes
your happy calls your celular phone
it will buzz on the kitchen counter
and i will remember how it helped you smell the grass
and how ants used to crawl up your nose
like pioneers
in search of new places
new territory
to divide and conquer

    your happy left a note on the front door
it used the clear tape from your desk
it must have stopped by while you were gone
wondering
when will you return?
and you say that you will never

    your happy is still looking for you
it sent a telegram to your car radio
it wants to sing in your breath
it wants to dance in your feet
it wants to tell you that it missed you

    i stopped at the home of your happy the other day
to tell it you were gone

    your happy remembers you
it remembers the smell of your hands
it remembers the feeling of your head on its chest
it remembers the sound of your hair in the wind
it remembers your toes on the pavement and your hand in the cats hair

    your happy will never say goodbye
even after you are gone
it will leave a message in your shoulders
it will tell you

    your happy remembers you
    your happy remembers you