the trees, so
still
in their bathing;
expectant, sort of
allowing
and absorbing
all that is
as the stars
fall
gently
from the clouds
Posts published in May 2006
everytime i want you to let me down, you
show yourself as true and, for a moment, i
believe you
Never in my life
have i seen so
beautiful the sun
as when she sets
and, known, the day is done
caught by pull of you,
many miles, behind,
push me; ‘front of you,
as stumble i
but to know the world
be still before you;
i crawl, from distance,
line’d, press’ on in
fall, running but, for you, as all;
as breeze, but motions,
cede your smile,
still’d lips, yours, by eye
when-‘ternalized, be light as laughter,
lifting weight of waiting,
we:
tomorrow, now, & after.
right below
the left breast
lies [beats]
the beating [the lying] heart
i will not let you down
in the longer run
,but in the quick sprint
i may up-the-fuck shit
if you wish to know
this world,
ask me
and i will ‘llow you know
what
this
means to me.
tree, a
trunk
filled,
tightly-tipped,
branched
to breeze amid
flames formed rear
of green,
layered
but to ‘flect
the unseen yellows,
breathe’ings,
all
rolled from
hydro’s friend,
oxy, gen’ un-
derstood
through
happenings,
rose but to be
known by eyes,
All,
this moving
history
let errant,
ferment
to drink in
calamity
as the brilliant blasts
scream
to be seen
as
seen be
these,
branch’d leaves..
yet all
is inter-resting
[inter-resting]
A forgetful fellow never there was,
as he made sure by day’s breaking,
never having woken to see but set
of sun; dawn n’er broke for this, a
f’otten sir remembered by his lack.
Not as though he were bothered as,
say, a more severe condition, still
he made light of it by means allied
with the logistics of a horticulture as
he, broke, bricks a reddened tomb.
In his swagger rests the sway of
confidence, if not a distaste for all
as is, for all should be as he, relaxed
to walk of shoulders, as they work
a more controlled means than legs.
Qw3l
Well,
I sit
and I tap
these keys
hoping
this
motion
follows me
across this body,
into you.
I’ve sat and watched
the wind swirl on by,
roaring in my ears
with a warning:
young man,
you are alive.
Open your mind,
open your eyes.
Break your thought
if for a moment
to picture
who I am,
your Lord
and your Savior
and your Lover
and your Father.
I am your Mother, Son,
and your Follower.
Bring to them
they who wish to learn
as they are learning now
a way unknown to me.
There is a spot
within the head,
within the chest,
where all are
as babies, caught,
wanting.
Fill their needs, My Scribe,
fill their needs
so they may know
and they may see
who I am:
your Lord,
your Savior,
your Mother,
your Father,
and your Son.