Part II
I was here before the color blue.
Aglow on clear green waters,
Teeth sharp, ending all-over in claws
I snagged you, dragged you down
Into meaningful disarray.
Bitten & chewed, I have become invisible
My stories only cliché
Beginnings to a nowhere of endings,
Curled like a dog on a chair
Paws scrambling over dreaming prairie
Chasing you down with a sigh
That is a roar
Making an ending a nonsense rhyme of need.
Don’t Fall Anymore
Just bounce!
One interrogatory sniff
One question & you may choose
A word not beginning with “w”
(like why or when)
A word affirmative in deed, an “l”
(like life or love).
Take my silence instead
Of the dull hum of passersby
With the “m’s”
(like malice & murder)
Writ on foreheads
Held in hard hands.
Lay me down: I bleed from my head
Begging others to scrape dirt from my wounds.
Time grows feral in guarding my
Unrealized future.
These Words Are Tennis Balls
Tossed down stairs
All over yellow in a panic of gravity & insincere footing
I follow them down, no need to juggle anymore.
My arms will not turn from discipline
Tho they no longer turn upon it.
My Words Are Vampires
Clamping with an unholy snarl
Those lovingly professed, pre-formed.
The time will come to shine
Anew
Encapsulate the neonatal future
Now gasping on life support
Inhabited by the unholy present.
The tubes will fall away,
No longer needed,
Crusted with blood, flaming edges
Allowed & allowing, enforced
By specks of former selves
Now stilled & stalled:
Kinetic.
To Be With Me
You must believe as I believe
The imagination of life
Groomed for alignment.
Or you will meet me in years
That do not mesh with my need
And we will grind each other to
Nothingness again.
To start from coming forth
The unicorn horn
Midheaven on our skulls
To peck away the shells
Uncovering that which is not ours
That the world may view.
There is a wish to follow
Imprinted on the very souls
Meant to fly so straight & true
The air of joy invisible.
The Heart Thrives On Order
I age from the outside in
The edges dry & wrinkle
Back from plump health
In silent desiccation
Desertification
Curling patterns losing moisture
A sacrificial offering
To gods with sharpened teeth
Smacking peeled lips
Ringing a knife against a fork.
Yet somehow the moisture of Grace
Nurtures every soul:
My heart will be the last to sand.
Muse Flies In
On the coattails of a dream:
We wrote upon a wall
A typography of words
In letters ordered & bold
Laid out in neat rows
Of not-rhyme.
A countdown to Eternity
Blooded, salted, torn unequal
By love & beauty
Heart attack & repair
I am on the countdown clock now
The last long hours
To spring from scars & stars
To write the Name of God.
All The Songs Are Anthems
To wherever I might march
The drummer with a broken arm
Still rolling the sticks, still tapping away
Smiling in effortless effort
Sweat pouring from my shaven head
A monk of sound
A nun of noise
Living in the profound silence
Of Echo
Blackened & burned –
Once unmarked, unscored, unscarred.
Parentheses
I once was black & white
But strained to beige
By filters of a closely-led life
The colors vibrated, psychedelic,
Blinking out to buzzing purple neon.
Attention with bring me the Aurora Borealis
Waving to the earth unbridled
Old renewed upon this backdrop,
Against a life of living alone
To light another’s way
Awhile.
I Once Belonged
But fierce & fleet, I fled the herd
To wander desert dunes
To dodge the wild dogs
With flashing hooves & teeth of pearl.
Now I wish to settle in,
To have the circle facing out about me!
But I belong to no one
And less to nowhere…
I limp the trails where I once galloped
I fold in the fields where I once foaled.
The straight path spirals
The crop circles broken in beauty
A mysterious perfection
The future cast in runes & reeds
A hieroglyphic in a world
No longer reading Mystery.
Meant for other times & climes
For flashing eyes & virile swords
For the heavy gallop of destriers
A sweep of veils, a flame of jewels:
I sit za-Zen
In silence.
I Have Met The King of No
Many times
I’ve even tried to live in his skin for a mile
Before I shucked it off, that dry husk
Of pain.
I aim to be the Queen of Yes
Insatiable for life
So juicy with
Mist & mint
Freshened upon each day.
October 3, 2020
Riding the Light - 