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Westbow Sep 2013
If I drink green,
    am I more like the tree?

Could I be so tall,
    borne wooden sense
        and roots
            and the creaky sway?
Westbow Sep 2013
Success, achievement, home house cars
Party, love, listen & spin with sin
Move, kiss, untie my maple eyes
Brief but explosive, steeped in black tea
Hydrogenated coffee creamer, sweet
Taste or bitter love the same

We turned stones, fleshy and hot
Scented softly, like reminders of the bits
We couldn't ever really taste, or hear
The place our fingers fell, outcomes
Aside, outcomes alive or ablaze. With twin
Coins, each ten sides, when all of them
Move as snakes do, softly with
Purpose to swallow us, like sand nested
Avian eggs, sweet and rich

Give to me a new light. This hue so strange
These parameters so wild, so different and full
Of song. Upwards and with a choral roar
A neon scream or a gentle squeeze

The endless feeling runs a thick steam
Heated with wet body stream. Oh goddess
Or god... Sexless beauty becomes evident
And alive inside of you and me. We give thought
To the giant sun or the smallest drops
Fogging the window, our cheeks
Belong to we. Upwards or out to sea
There is always a breeze

And the body breaks but we are fine
And we're open to ours if we're open to time

You lay me to sleep, soft tangerine
With ritual white and burned blue
I watch you smile behind closed eyes
And fall into October leaves
Westbow Sep 2013
The gauze of fog insists on hiding
The nearby island
But still
The sun is tangerine
Westbow Sep 2012
More more
Tactless, mind of brute
I wish I could call myself
Separate from this

Still, I run and run
Faster than my wisdom
Stimulate
Stimulate

Is there some elegant closing
To this wild expression?
Not quite
More salt instead

I fall asleep
With a numbness
I wish I hadn't
Welcomed in
Westbow Sep 2012
An old tree is
Embracing the soil
Embracing the sky
Without a will

Simply, to thrive
Just as easily
To die
Rid of evening chants

Lacking logic, lacking time
Each thread
Integrates
Thoughtlessly

But we
With ladders of misery
With counts and scales
And endless isolation machines
Our soil is dust
And fabled peace
Lies dormant

Rust creeps over
Our ploughs and tractors...
Westbow Aug 2012
In the darkness
I surely heard them!

Whispering & laughing
    straight into those
        old, fresh wounds

In the darkness
I surely ran to them!

White promises like
    infinite love or
        some unshakeable core

In the darkness
I surely needn't mind!

Today is better
    with ice cream
        and a warm kiss
Westbow Aug 2012
She saw me tonight

Eye white and freshly full
"Hello, who are you?"
She asked me, and
I answered in muffled syllables

She knows my phase
And calls my shifts tragic
I respect her gaze
How it pulls me to myself

And through the gauze I've woven
In less than two months time
I sink deep into possibility
So far from this present
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