I never dance now.
I endure my story like a kite.
I float where the wind is old.
I succumb to the beauty
Of my inner swan…
And look for you.

I never laugh now.
I chortle in the dark
Like a loon, hitting -
a rock with my head.
more gone than usual things
but here all along
Longing for technique
in a soft joke.

coming apart in public.
as demure as tomorrow
with every day as marginal
as a wisp of Joy.

departed.

Loneliness is the shape of me.
The hour of my yawning lapse
and the entirety.
I collapse when I swell.
My wings are sky skin
flaking.

My open eyes… awake
sleeping.

My orbits are without Sun.
And my moons
without you.

undone.

the earth
took a dare called ‘ spinning ‘
and wound up in your catastrophes
strapped to my everlasting retreat
by the heel of my approach
from a constant ache in the brain -
as stalwart as a legion
of blind corpuscles in the arm
of an errant worm.

or there’s beauty and poetry
bleeps it.
a symphony of solitary
narcoleptic rainbows
barking at your scars
with gossamer private
thoughts.
either you wail at the wall
or you mummenschanz
where you want.

or where you’re
Not.

from the throat
long bees
that sing honey
with every sting.
like a ghost in
the chest...
where your heart
is a choir
all day,
and the nights
are Yes.

It's the 4th of something and i can’t recall
the measure of my ambition. i can only brew coffee
in this existential condition, and i defy you to do -
any otherwise.
my Oblique has discreet kingdoms.
and nothing more precious than what I’ve forgot
i have forgotten passwords
to a Bluff and a Kismet.
I still have toys
to almost live
with.

But please; excuse the mess. Make yourself at Home.
I have Derilect Agendas and seldom Time to implement
sincere foolishness.
To me, we are too sweet, and Time
has your mind just outside my door.
i would just Love to have You more….
so Please
don’t bother

to go.

klank skin boys do one thing right
they climb a hill to get there… but who are they?
i ask because i’m not an idiot
i know a coin of subtlety is a Poet’s *******.
but in this case…
a soliloquy with a sassy domain…
as oblique as a promise that a stone
will never betray
a tidal way
of turtles.

klank skin boys bedazzle their actual kundalini!
sharp as a tack in an acid bath of upsidedown Houdini’s.
they scrawl all the yawning oblivions at their disposal
on parchments as far as what your guessing and then some…
they have no word for how lonely i am or why i
i wrote this,

or why i wrote

" this "

it comes and goes on rosy paws and petals away on shadow thorns
that ***** the mattress of our sleep adorned in the raiment of mares
and the wings of sumptuous love, thundering in silent calamity
while the heart is left to burn in all the rain in the world -
and it’s lovely.

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.