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she’s like a creek, man.

she’s like a creek, man.
i can keep walking her length,
hoping to find where her waters end,
always finding the depths so enticing;
or i can jump over her and walk
amongst the trees who feed from her.
but she’s so rising, soon to drown them
before i can escape her banks, her shore.
yet i leave her,
she remains
the longest line i’ve tried to follow,
less she finds me wandering
to where i am closed.
she is the breeze,
making love in me.

i tried

this song, i wrote you,
tried to place you
within the span of a
couple minutes, but i
feel i’ve placed myself
against an obstacle–
you’re too much
for words, for a head,
for a song,
for a breath.

we met as friends often do,
me despising you, you
dealing with issues other
than i’m accustomed to.
you handled it well, i
saw something i wanted
in you.. that
look of being
more than who you masquerade as.
years went by,
you moved on,
i did, too, but, must admit,
you still held a spot
within these thoughts
of loneliness and then
you came around again,
perhaps by accident–
i’d like to think so–
you showed
the You again
i Knew before
and i closed these eyes
to picture you
but no words
live or written could
know you, same. i tilted head
to try my hand
at placing you
within the boundaries
of the limited..
yet you raised, everytime,
to low this heart to
steady thump
as though you knew i
could never resist you, still..
i tried for you.
told you
everything..
all the words
i thought would never
see the day,
but still you went your way.
asked to move, i gave my stance
so you may know
something worthy, you.
the days spun by so hole found way
of growing deeper in me
’til, lost, i found you,
tried
closing my hands around you
only to be told
nothing could be planted/grow.
yet you kept me close,
offering a glimpse
more of you
i had never known..
wishing more, i
hoped you’d ‘llow me
hold you here,
though, gone, you
knew nothing
nothing would let you stay
as you lay ‘side another.
still, i
tried
as crash gave force
i knew not where to place,
yet
so easily ‘pon you these
nerves find rest,
find warmth, find
shelterinskinsodamp
as to be softened, slumped.

no, it isn’t okay.

not really a song. not really that good. stream.

the trees, so

the trees, so
still
in their bathing;

expectant, sort of
allowing
and absorbing
all that is

as the stars
                fall
gently
        from the clouds

Never in my life

Never in my life
have i seen so
beautiful the sun
as when she sets
and, known, the day is done

ridden rail

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

right below
the left breast
lies [beats]
the beating [the lying] heart

i will not let you down

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,

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,

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.

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