let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall

who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
            it’s
                   Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves

In the cattle field,
Millions of fuzzy racemes
Are dying.
The mullein and goldenrod,
Rusty heads of petal
Shoot up towards the heavens
In immutable cries,
Brandished swords quivering
Against the onslaught
Of changing seasons.
The tide of fall creeps upon
Summer's shores,
Slow, sad rhythms
Weeds of changing patterns.
A clammy chill rises up
from the womb of the earth
****** organs regress and exchange the flitting energy of evolution
For foundation
Thick, coarse roots burrow deeper and tremble.
We're all afraid of something
bigger than us
For even the trees shake in anticipation
For a growing colder
Darker night
That lay in wait
Just beyond the senses.

I feel my soul peeking out of its hiding place, for the first time in a long time.
Bathe in the chill that circles, and massages my feet, welcoming me home to a hearth filled with smoke. A detached, reposed heart that chides like a lover, hushed voice, to the molecule ****** of stillness around me--
Irememberyou.
Youcamebackforme.
The cold clamps down, an outstretched hand viced into a grip
Yes, you--
I call out
Where Orion always is,
Pleates, Signus, Cassiopeia
How many sudden kisses happened under this sky? How many warm ****** touches exuded from the Earth, into my shedding layers of skin?
How many times did I mistake enrapture for love,
Heartache for lack of fireplace...
I've loved so many under this set of stars that the solar system is lapsing in on itself
Creating a distant dark void
out of me

I don't get angry with the sun
For being what it is
Or doing what it does
When my skin burns
From overexposure
I just become disappointed
With myself
You were no different
I just wanted you to be

There is a long 'Q'
any time of death by stampede
in front of the textile shop
It's says
"Buy three pay one"
Even it's genuine
It might be one way of
luring Man to Animal..

I remember thinking.
How strange it was.
That I felt peace.

Imagining.

Vomitting.

In their plates.

Natural
My soul went for a
Long walk

Highway accident
A tribute the infrastructure
development

Air crash
An error in imitating the
Bird

Hospital
An costly affair hiring a
team to **** you

Shipwreck
A failed competition
with fish

Earthquake
An different crush
this time no girlfriend

Floods
Understood,
Can't drink so much of water

Fall
Experienced
the time move slowly before crash

Fire
An enlightenment of
We all from ashes

Electric shock
a celebration with dance
before...