When I am in my place
and the world is quiet
I know the body flows
like Earthy warriors
wrapping 1, 2, 3 on the window of God.

She sits there, elusive,
masochistically questioning
the chemistry of all that Is:
a train-wreck consisting
of a rabid mouse
in slow-motion quicksand.

She knows that wisdom is her keeper.
She is sane and soft like water.
She loves unconditionally,
squirming delicately back to the top.
She's quick like honey
and soft like glue.

Rise, tidal, Rise!
Cyclical inferno--
from whence you came
won't you return--
with half the luck
gone from thy bounty?

Rise, country, Rise!
Don't you escape
the madness--
From shining ducts
to endless chatter
won't you ascend this morbid ladder?

**, land, **!
We've nearly reached the sea--
from dire strait
to senseless bait
these tired men sail on.

Explain to me,
Oh Kindred Soul,
why haven't you shown brightly?
I want thy grace,
I crave thy love,
but for me ever sweetly.

Call out these horses
Tell dames they've peaked
for kind-men rivers flow nicely.

Spill out my fortune
Follow this strange thing
my brain, it seems,
holds invisible ink.

Does she know I love her?
pain-stricken lover
Every hardened letter
draws us in together.

I crave her beauty
and want her near me
She paints in circles;
I draw her clearly.

Soft passion blooms here,
friendship first it looms here.
Does she know her power?
Like a witch she towers
over me, gently,
She plants a seat right near me.

Lovingly, I
wish to vine my arms around her
Hip bones like the ocean I so desperately need.

Can it be: velveteen connection?
Can it be: that I see her, that she sees me?

Dear one,
how I wanted you
the moment that I saw you,
out there playing footsie with the flowers.

I tried to be a witch tonight,
followed the the moon's seductive rays.
How frightened was I-- the terror!
To see such light, not in day.

She howled like a wolverine,
coming up from the mountain.
She hushed away the good, the angel,
and there was space
for dark to prey.

These times, I see,
the feminist inferno--
She sings, "I feel the blame."
When men on Earth shun out her sorrow
She clings, and prays, and calls my name.

Gentle and soft,
tonight our moon is crimson like a sigh.
can't she look so sweet
without us
Running our little feet
fresh across the ground?

Gentle Mother moon
She has a quality like you--
her skin is less placid, though.
Her hair covers galaxies
and creates creases where air once lived.

Like a fire, she becomes crescent, burnt,
an imminent star burst.
But, like most light, she likes to leave.

I am a shadow, living here--
energy dispersed,
memory foggy.

I am a shadow--
where did my mind go?
Where went the girl
who ate sunshine and rainbows?

I walk around
like a ghost--
my attentions precede me.
My actions unfold
like a bayonet--
rising and falling.
I watch them,
they watch me.

This is not destiny.
No one can save me.
I'll admit,
I like being high-risk.
It gives me
an identity.

you're not
here nor there
you lay
still beside me,
a carcass in its natural habitat.

you're not
alive and well
you breathe
better on your own
you're not
mine to keep
you stay
still without me
I'll wait
here beside you
I'll speak
only to wear your name out.