last night on the drive home a street sign waved hello.
the heat has come like a fever
it fries the nightlines in a humid soup
it drys your throat and chokes your eyeballs
oh **** it burns the tiny cuts in your sweaty hands
you've a need to break a melon and drink.
you've a need to roast sugars and tell tall tales of distant frights.
what real horrors lurk there
beneath the surface like smoke?
a dream, a fever, a skittering nightmare
it will come it will pass and we will all freeze.

The heart breaks every so often
at the sound of closing doors.
The unstaying
(or even the uncoming)
drives its point
that maybe
it isn’t an option to settle.
One wonders
why yet again
love,
in essence,
is not enough
to bar life’s egress?
It’s a classic tale of hurting,
really,
where there are no heroes
or heroines,
only adversaries,
these hearts despairing,
accustomed to vacationing affections
that leave after the season’s end.


091615
*for c.d.

Beautiful Water
Sweet Spring of Life
You are more than enough as Thee
Each moment  I touch
and retouch your beginning
Willingness to Peace
A moment in time
Shared
Memory
Trickling thru

An orchards flare
Of
Apples picked
Macintosh then
First Learnings
Of the Truth
Gladiolus on the Side
Beauty Freed for
A Mothers Love

Ladder
From
Sustenance
To Grace
Something Sweeter Now
Maple Syrup
Tapped
by Wooded Gate

Johnny
A Real Hero
Changed the World
Kindly
And with Love

One Thought
His Pure expression
Always the Same
Gods Good
Life
Guitar String
For the Earth

His Arrow
Split the Heart in Two
An Apple
Felled
To the Ground

Witness
To a World UNComing
Mournful Courage
Put Away
A  soldiers
Duty
Paid
Prince
of
Brotherhood

St James

You Now
Are Made

I will listen to me one day
and stop uncoming.
A waxing moon was watching.

With a kiss at dawn
all the gods were stolen.
Like you were changing
the depth of water.

There was no ceremony,
after landing on the
burning temple. Priest was
mauled and goddess
will never come back.

Wheels are sunk.
Chariot was impounded.
Sun was hesitant to move.

You can come on
tiptoes. I will wait
till eternity in blue fog.

Earth was not behaving
like godmother.

Long time ago
I was the one that I'm now
Without regrets
Now I stumble
In the quiet existence
Of the old nights
I now live like this
Within the great *****
By anonymous bodies
Within the great depths
Of a dead bottle
And me the cause of death
Lullabies of broken visions
My old days dreams
Where they are?Where the **** are?
Down into my praying acts?
That's the questions
Of an uncoming yet life

some girls are like
the uncoming together
of deep mountains

(there are where

occaissionly it's been


flowers.          ) their hips



that part

at the parting

of boy ribs—




.

Sinking into an unknown world, they only feed the dark feelings
Waiting for an uncoming light, I won't see they sleeping
Sad songs among sad souls drowned in a melancholy ocean
Wrong minds are taking over the broken
Did you say I'm wrong?
They wait for the final time
To find a place to rest their minds
This world is so lyrical, and this life is only a sad song

We look through falling diamonds and raining oceans
What did we expect when that grave was open?
Cry and scream in this ******* heated oven
Their wills to live were simply stolen...

So, how many blood did you want for that?
Arms cut by blades are like giant morphine glass
Mentally walking, brutally talking, calmly falling
If I didn't care, I would never stay watching

Below your eyes, the deep air drowns my sight
Who cares about what is not right?
Bury the disease above the hell
White writings are detonated like bombs inside a well
And we are still living one big nightmare
Stay away from yesterday
Don't care about the words I say
Go to sleep and don't see how you are scared