#sequester
Watching the archetypal parable filler sealing his fate with a seed,
and see the walls of the story blossoming off to the sky.
It seems to offer impossibility bottled and wreathed,
a leaf in season to whittle through to the blossom in time.
The time he took to fear it, board windows, ignoring the means,
and flailing crops are not to halt the work ,and question the why.
He finds a seed to bury deep within the walls of his dreams,
a kind of thief to be policing the light.
The hubris in a few ferocious branches,
accruing the subtle stances required, refusing visitor glances at the shrine
The thorns swallow a rich canopy buried beneath
and keep a perilous gift hanging for traveler thigh
Time echoes in hope of lending vestige's light, crying out
to see the breadth of the line.
To see the tangential nature of the leaf,
and know the grief elucidated and reaped
for a return on what we sow in the vine
Another garden enclosed.
A partial view of the sky.
A further longing for truth.
Assume a gruesome divide.
Aloof and hardened to bone.
A carving suited for pine.
A starving forest in roost.
Abuse is looming inside.
Confusing and dried.
He's choosing his pride.
Refusing a guide.
Losing his mind.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
3.36 found my eyes open
Alone in a bed, a drought amidst
Cracking thunder and abusive rain.
My farflung thoughts dodged droplets
As they struggled to reach you.
You were dancing with Jupiter,
Quickstepping through asteroids and waltzing over elden craters
Creasing the face of our peaceful watcher of the night.
As you passed by, I
Reached for you, attempting to defy the tethers at my feet.
I glanced down at them--realized they looked like hands;
Hands I knew held me from you as if
You were some toxic drug and they were doing so
"For your own good," like they would know
What good you could do for me.
Can they not feel my desert heart
Nor see rain forest eyes?
You were scheduled to return yesterday,
Then today, then hope slipped from my scope
Pointed to the stars, searching for your
Blazing trail of fire. The sky is dark.
Still I say my prayers
That, in your brilliance and splendor returning,
The pyre consumes you not.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Rise, rise, out of the caverns of darkness,
through lives, unfolds your immortal journey
Collapsed field Vast to small particular blabberings
chosen timeline growing ego wonder, wonder to structure
through vales sunny at times, but
through the vaults of obscurity often
Scribblings crowd of faces men, trees, flowers
to consonants to family birds and beats butterflies
grounded in the light ancient,whose
descension is all the souls that set out
Autumn leaves Seasons tastes, smells one of a kind
rainbow joy of sun and snow sound of music for all things
before the dawn of time, branching out
into segmented existences, in a quest for Self.
regimen run, roll, infant bondings slow march of
and play skip and hop friendships the little man
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
November rolled down I-90
into this town
with the year's first snow and wind
I closed my mouth
into a fading highway line:
straight, short, horizontal
as the grey stains shade its white.
It's Wednesday night
and the tunes inside my car
underline a quiet month
strained through these bars
"What's the score?" say apartment walls
empty seats tied with unreturned phone calls
It stood that way last I took the tally
on shivering walks' shortcuts through alleys
This is just another rut
walked into these roads
where my unabashed feet
and my aching toes
can save my face some embarrassment
when the bent skies straighten out this cracking pavement
Just a little while later,
look back to the Sun,
gonna warm my face in the Winter dawn
and shake off these somber streetsalt thoughts
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
I'll be fine again
come February.
Line my stupid fears up,
shade their eyes.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC