Delicately and quietly
Sprouting out of fresh ancient earth
Retaining the memory of snow
But pouring blossoms
Nonetheless
Budding is only natural
And it is only natural that
The golden rays feed the thirst
Inviting desire and a name
Fanning out to all of creation
A snapped branch
An off-color pink inviting my glance
A luring peach, that scent
Reminiscent of rain and sunlight
Causing me to feed into the obsession
The silent language of mud and dirt
Giving forth another flower
Scarlet and demure dancing
Reflection ripples forceful demands
The flicker of an eye, a lash, a tongue
It’s only a tiger lily
Protruding from the black
Silky sounds crystal shattering
Fallen on the grass
Projectile forming fingers
Beckoning unfurling invitation
Enchanting seedlings
Warning of the fires to come
And begging for water
The setting sun.

Harness his laughter with a spiked rope, laughing old man, shove him into a glass jar for later. A ghost baby, laughing and ******* her thumb, hands you a daisy and giggles. Lets light the park on fire with incense sticks says the apple tree, black against the morning fog.
When the clouds offer you candy, refuse because they want to lure you into the sky and then keep you there. The sun is your only friend, only true friend, even the flowers will lie to you, ***** smelly lies. Do watch the elderly woman feeding the birds, bread crumbs, any park bench will do, bread crumbs for the birds who fight over them greedily. Survival of the fittest remember. Remember remember remember. September December.
Venus’ African lover, leader of a ceremony, drunken procession. Follow the Buddha under to the catacombs where the dandelions grow by the millions, offering their drugs and nighttime services. The ghost baby passes you again with cloud candy, but you know better. You always knew.

puke up a rainbow
throw back your head
snap your neck
cackle and dance
scream with laughter
fall on the floor
roll around some
break a bone
another snap
spilling it all out
onto the floor:
red orange
yellow green
blue indigo and violet
puddles

He didn’t think that that could have ever been true
The wild orchids not talking anymore –
Guarding their secrets like pearly pools of water.
The first to hear about this was the lily, still waking up covered in dew
She stretched herself open, inhaling living into every grain of her body
Singing to the sun exaltations from his daughter
The dandelions spurned and gossiped among one other
Bobbling yellow heads creating a distraction for the wind
That took the words and spread them through the garden
Indigo butterflies landed on the orchid’s blossom caressing the delicate its delicate curves
Spilling sounds and voices and songs

She came into my room
A garland in gold and silver
Hair in knots, brightly colored beads
Earthen skin and angel lips
Inviting and giving, offering countless pleasures
Quenching desire, but left becomes cold and empty
Except for hazel eyes.
Breaking locks, she came in unannounced
Fearlessly gleaming face in unnatural inner light
Calling my name in fierce syllables
Fading into raspy whispers before me in the flames
Screaming, skin to bones, revealing rotting teeth
Countless dead and empty cells of men
Chasing a siren, trading their souls for that.

Picking him up off of the ground
And wiping his little face
The face of love peering into forest brown eyes

Came back again, lost but then found
Wrapped warm in skins and furs
No more tears and deep nighttime cries

A golden morning music filled sun
Nodding awake gently, blue hewn wind
Erasing unquiet, unkempt and wrinkles

Fruit from the ground, food for her son
An escape from dreamland and a roaring buffalo
A trillion stars: flash, elaborate, stun and twinkle

Healing a scar, no more tears, no more blood
Forgotten and sprinkled into the wild fields
Murmuring replaced by silent applause and smiles

A little boy god made from mud
A corn-blue feather at his feet
Dancing creatures, the forest, four miles

Jonotuwa working the light with glass
Pottery, a decorated egg, incensed flowers
Berry red dye accenting glowing skin
And for that night accepting mask
Spied a bird, we sing, we’ll fly
Until we feast and replenish the garden.

Words pouring over me, like rain
Splattering, shattering, falling forever
Flashes of dreams, eclipsing reality
The sun and the moon together in the same sky
Stars falling out of my hands like grains of sand
Bracelets of gold wrapping around my arms, my wrists
Voices singing curling upwards like smoke
Curling, unfurling towards heaven, the sky, space
Fortunes spread out, wider than the sea
Deeper than my soul, drowning and flailing in confusion
Fighting with words and fists, struggling just to exist
Going under, under, caving in, giving in

It’s like closing your eyes with lights playing tricks
Hovering in front of your eyes, melting, softly glowing
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, the firelight
Ignoring the searing burn, never wait, never learn
Close your eyes, you cant see the world on fire
Surround yourself with sweet perfume
You cant smell the thickening smoke
Threatening to overpower everything you don’t know.