Flesh and bone lay fallow in the field
Covered with the soil of memories
Where crows stalk the furrows
Hoping for dead flesh
to make out a
meal

So be it , So be it
It was not our will
to will it

The piano plays drunk in the bar built like blue
Paid for by the taxiation
on alcohol consumed

You make me into someone that is no one
and see through me
like a ghost

And the world is
spinning around you
Making dizzy a thing
Without the glue
so falling apart

So smile for a while
Laughing
Holding your gin and tonic
To white teeth envy

Soon to stand under
the authority of deigned
resignation

So be it , So be it
It was never our will
to will it

I let you down
like a child
on the birthday
of perfect love

Old enough to
be forgiven
old enough
to know when I've wronged

Can you find the words
when I am no longer
there beside you

How will the thoughts
remain in your heart
Will they be a sunshine
bridge of rainbows ?

Or just the emotions
that once was a radio
turned down low under
covers late at night

To find that day
when we all stand alone
in the silence
stripped of desire and dreams

in the search of perfect love

fields of lavender
as far as the eye can see,
in rows of scented purple
growing insatiable idiosyncrasies,
our minds are a rich, deep soil
and the children of our thoughts
run free,

run free
and light,
run free
and careless,
like a river to the sea.

the heart is programmed
to be broken,
to let in the light,
and the earth in us is woken,
our heart will open,
it will open,

when we take in our first
breath of this heaven.

Skulls were honey dippers--that

dripped & drizzled down to

dribbled filaments.

A long line of suns rode a ray, as

a hand went up & a figure

approached.

A bouquet of balloons dragged its

comedown on the side of a road.

Gumballs spiked green space, as

it took on amphibious richness--

while an unsaid curfew lifted from

the ground.

I was poured copper pure turned green with age
Stripped bare down to the ink on the page

Lashed with cat o' nine tail lies and accusations
But I gritted my teeth and made pure my persecutions

Though I burned heartwise for revenge I was told "Revenge is mine "

That I must wait my time .

Now , I feel relieved
no longer grieved .

At least I can smear ink on the page and blot out the pain .

Moth, dancing moth,
dance to the light. Dance to the death.
Break those wings to free the flight,
the sea is far and here is no hearth, not here.

Fly, moth, fly
away from the lilted breeze so to breathe easy.
Your heart is in shock; Moth, go back to
from where you come.

Moth, falling moth,
no crevice in sight, dear moth—where has your illusion
gone? Moth don’t waste time, hurry yourself and
cease the end, in through the spaces and far from time.

Wingless moth, pained.
The light shines only on you. What disturbance (perturbing the soul)
held moth back?