You're blocked;
you're bugged;
your eyes stay screaming
but I can't hear a thing.

Wash through me like knees through mud
not yet caked over by the heat of the
sun; like you're looking for something
you dropped and it may soon be entombed.

Look at me as you would a tree
caked in mud.
          Name me by my leaves, or
                    my sinewy limbs.

You're soft;
you're coarse;
the lines that puzzle your face
make frowning silly, and small.

          Name me Steinway like the
               piano. Or Pecan, like the
                    tree.

Find me forward, trudging through mud.

I can see solid ground but my branches
can't reach to touch the grass or its flowers
or to smell the rotten-ripe crushed leaves of
the pecan trees.

Stick me where I'm stuck,
save the mud. Give my leaves
some snow, some lightness,
cold. Give me color. Paint me
in storm clouds.

I am the ground
solid and sure,
happily walked on-
until you are gone

Sometimes when it rains,
I turn into mud
And if I have to carry your weight,
You might slip

in ex tricked ably linked lines of letters letting

until they be taken
out of the way
word by word
line upon line
line upon line
preception upon preception
it's a
'just a cold

extrickedably connected to dust
line upon line
word after word
word after word

"'don't mean nuthin'"

christmas threes,

"just a code"
as when a man letteth out water.

misery means miser ish
ignoring is an action, an act-if-ity
massive dam building, flow damming
let us be
letters of patience when
she practices her perfect work,

workers in fields of cheap strawberries to be,
letting water flow from dam to to dam,
down line, furrow after furrow

a mud-**** maker, me,
I control the flow of this water
with my shovel and my muddy feet
after line, after the water was let past the dam,

a dam I built, with my shovel
and muddy feet.

irrigating irritations in my scenter of being
in line for the blue out-house on wheels
lost precepts excepting me
I awoke
in mud to my knees

The grip is tight without remorse
Suppressing memories of my execution
Betrayal sharp and thin as a knife between the spine
The uneasieness of the crippling fear of defeat
Secrets so sick they stench of rotting flesh

Forgiveness is an elixir
A medicine for the pain
Abandon thyself in means
To achieve a place of tranquility

Self is all I have
Self will last indefinitely
Self betrayal is thick
Like mud on the bayou
Like oil on the water
An eye for an eye
Vengeance, as the mere result of vulnerability

Free yourself,
Let it go
Find a way to feed your soul.

Squirms of red earthworms,
Wriggle out of hot mud, die;
Flood’s queer side effect !