Water flows through the rivers, so does our feelings.
We let the wind bring us through the sky, to make us realize that what we feel is real.
-not only a glimpse of uncertainty

Gaudy, it says.

We look at the sky
peering up beyond
beyond the last birds seeking home
and the last rays of sun sinking behind the clouds
but generally we see nothing
it takes complete darkness
to really see what lies
in the ******* beyond
but even then we forget
the millions of miles separating
us and the stars
twinkling almost sadly in the distance

We are made of stardust
yes, that is true
basic elements connect us all
in hues of an artist's color wheel
but why do we acknowledge
something so far
when we are really more like what is right beneath our feet

Dirt
overlooked but completely necessary
allowing us to exist in our natural form
something we touch
and through that touch
we feel the energy of the world

Flow

flowing like the blood through our veins
flowing like the river down a mountainside
flowing like the song out a bird
like the ocean 'round a great whale
like the air into our lungs
like the tears from our eyes

just like the feelings from our hearts

I just wanted to bond

with you

But I guess you’re just not fond

of the things

I like

I am elated when

I hear you laugh

At the comedy shows

I love

I don’t know what the feeling is

Inside of me

But it allows me to escape

My ill mind

For just thirty minutes

Each episode

I love to hear you crack up

And see you laugh

till your stomach hurts

At the character’s silly jokes

and mannerisms

It makes me happy

To bond this way

My interests are validated

And I don’t feel alone

I guess today

You didn’t want to

Maybe I’m forcing

You to

And you’re just pretending

To enjoy it

To make me happy.

Kiss lips, hips twist-

Fingers fumble and miss,



Fist of hair, drum snare,

The crowd blares,



Fabric thin, trapped within,

Electric current, skin on skin,



**** tongue, come undone,

How it feels to chew Five® Gum.

Here, the coffee got cold again. But
so what
not every thing is historic, until it is, or isn't.

Literature in the clouds, data last stop, the top.
This is where traffic exchanges reason with war
for power to mine bit coins
burning desires to know, whence come these winds?

Time ghosts, ancient ideas, these symbols, most of these,
were lies,
Uncle Mike, he had a cadre of couples,
something of a cult, a marriage class that spake of oral ***,
tre' taboo too hint at,
when he was your age, and had not watched TV - no, addicted,
rub it in old man, Huey Newton, meet Jimmy Dean, the sausage
version, dressed al el viz fi'itin' t' fly,

past reasons to pretend, earth is not where, all ya'll who did,
prayed the father of Jesus, who claimed mary's baby

would hel p you sell a house in any market, St Joseph,
from any manger scene, bury him, upside down,
head first, right. Do that, you get your asking price,
any peaceful place,
you make worth more than most imagine,

--- yeah, you were Catholic. You heard that.
I thought the guy was the crazy uncles kid,
we had kids like that, special ed, DIY.

we smile and laugh
his arm draped around my shoulders
we talk like lovers, you see
but when im gone he holds her
and i know this to be true
i have seen it with my own eyes
we would both be so much happier
if we dropped this friendship guise

Sometimes we like to do something for the story
we’ll tell afterwards. Buy a ’58 Pontiac, climb
a mountain in the dark. Lamar tells ***** jokes
with class, knows how to wait awhile, bend
a syllable and savor the laughter. We go on

with our absurd work, building a fence miles long
waste of steel and strong straight lodgepole pine
but even I don’t opine against it anymore. We’re
self-acknowledged children, fence is play and
livelihood also, but something cheerful as sunshine

for all the death it costs. There is so much life
a little death doesn’t matter. We stretch our muscles
the men feel like men, the women feel good too.
We stand around, watch a young rabbit one morning.

My hand has been asking for yours.

It’s hard to hide the love in my gaze;
snapping towards your direction
as your laughter sets me ablaze.

It’s hard to hide the need to touch;
my fingers twitch on reflex,
only to find something else to clutch.

My hand has been asking for yours.