living up to it is bringing me down.
so much life grieving out loud
and all the glorious tundra of genius
wrecking my toes. I misstep…
to a point… I never fathomed.


II

I have long lungs and short breaths.
I come undone effortless.
I do what must be done
regardless…. and soldier on.
but to the sticking place,
i am gargantuan,
but a clumsy fool
with a fancy
Mind.

III

something in Me has died a lot.
i must Live more
to love as much
and when you can’t…
you rot.

you sleep where things have no love.
you weep where things have no eyes.
you are sincere
where a sun is a fist.
and you fight
for not so much.
but you Live
It.

IV

love is the wonderful thing that keeps you alive.
and Alive is the  terrible thing that keeps you
Dying.

a regime of stars pollinate the impossible
as i linger underneath the yawning medallion of Nightsky
and tarry in the lanes of luminous, gawking at the Quiet.
South of Afternoon.
i plunge into my garrulous despair like an Olympian.
leaving ripples in the peace with shallow valleys
and iridescent peaks.
my swayback is the ***** of a grassy knoll of iron will
sleeping on the job
wide awake.

you are walking in a stream of absolute strangers
woolgathering in cerebral catacombs with faraway eyes
as your shadow strides behind you
as you face the sun with a blank face…
Time dawdles instantaneously.
every moment compressed into a -
slow expanse of happenings
all around you at the center of nothing
as you stroll
cutting through the park
of your epiphanies.

deep in the crack
of a spasm,
i come upon Love with
no theory.
i am slow to recall…
but i surge ahead of my fear
and become beautifully
weak.
Loving
You.

Loving you
so hard
that diamonds gasp!
while
offering up the total
of my zero
adds
one -

that
matters
to me.

and i
Joy.