Passing the night........

spiral
why wait
this is
the perfect time
to carry out
our plan
walk
down the stairs
everything
will be
waiting for you
in infinity.

punish
the quiet
feels good now
object to object
portion drawn
this cold feast
save the richest
for last
and hang them
high in
the meadow
where there
is no god.

pears in a meadow
if memory serves
I've never been
enough
you retreated
often
and without fail
limiting me
to what used to
appear as your charms
but now I know
all of what
you spoiled
glen after glen.

last times
put your arms
around me
draw me in
tight
press your lips
upon mine
the chill
from the room
empty
i carry your coat
across the floor
tighten my dance shoes
and twirl once more.

charlie
there isn't a call
a complete speech
of servitude
for all
there is just
me lass
walking crooked
down the hall
grab me a drink
a scotch if you
would please
and follow
me in
for the story
of yer life
after the fire's dead
and the sot fallen
from the heart
of my child's bed
I'll tiptoe through
the sparrow and
fall down
near supper
in that old
swamp water ground
send me your postcards
of all your plans
and feats
and trophies
just the same
I'll share them
with those rebels
without a heaven
without a hell
who emptied
their pockets
soared straight
from Big Sur
into turbulent waters
waving back
and laughing
settling into the wet
and sticky sand
and slide in'
pouring feet
first
I never saw
him hold his breath
that day
we told him not
to do it
but he walked away
flipping his tie
into the Atlantic
and gaining speed
towards his destination
unknown by all
who rose that day
to their computer
screens
but he had made
the right choice
the wind is high
tonight the world
is a factory
running like a
skill
running like a
blueprint set a'flame
have you eaten yet?
he asks
she shakes her head
do you like Korean?
I never had it before-
I'll have to trust you-
he smiles
with the upper hand
given to him
by the departure
of a great man
someone to whom he
depended upon.
The train
comes at five
best be on it
watch the
empty seat
through the window
that is your
window
that is your
seat
there ain't nobody
to make you
stop now
run for the seat
and protect the
bursting delight
of the moon.

Nip
multi-wheat bread
peanut butter
butter slightly softened
tea
touching the tip
of your tongue
on cold winter nights
when all we had
all we ever have
are each other
this is
the quiet
and still
it is
the beat
of my
heart
and all
complexities
along
its path
stirring
in sugar
the drum
clicks
hard and slow
as if a pin
the spoon
settles down
on granite
I do not hear
it drop
only
the whisper
of my name
pleasant
and placed
takes me
far removed
towards droves
of trees
pressed pine
ears to
the ground
slumber before
the day breaks
silk.

bank
Place
that which is
delicate
into a bowl
I'll wait
time means nothing
for me
I do not
grow old
and wrinkled
I stay
the same
as now
take
your time
and think
what makes
you happy
draw from
those memories
of long ago
I see them now
once you were smiling
and it was
not filled
with caution
you were happy
it meant something
to you
to close
your eyes
and whisper
something
beautiful
creature comforts
the warmest
of days
pass
wink
and
grin
laugh
I'll protect
what you have
I'll keep
this bowl
safe
it shall never
break
I'll remember
when you need
to look through it
again
lost soul
stuck in a maze
of lush green
grass
and pointed
pits of
delicate flowers
I'll know
when
the door needs
to be opened
to flood
it all back in
bitter bite
drip
drop
soar
I promise
to keep
your home
strong
to believe
more than
you will
to hold your
hand
until the moment
passes
and then to
release
again.

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Just
sink-baking
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settle-simmer
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cement
morning
quiet and perched
the lepers
have no fear
they climb
the walls
investigate the crime
of touch
before the fingers
meet
before the heat
stink in the mess
of old fabric
placed lips
in lies

hide
beware
monsters live here
they hide
with their
wide eyes
and calm
perspectives
they climb walls
and cut chains
their fingers
claws
keeping time
of what most forgot
how small
life seems
blink down
close your eyes.

Sea
I dream of you
now
your eyes
pouring blue
pebbles in a pond
the fish
press their fins
to the top
I am never there
I am never here
only a memory
of what once was
soft and secret
a clue left
in a field
of gold daisies
in a broken patch
of wild
green
spoken for
by no one
alone
swept by
the current
waiting for
your ship
to return

space
alone
the breaking
I wonder
what is wrong
-me-with no one
to place
their arms about me
to touch me
in the growing cold
I made the rain
white walls
that fall
into empty seasons
picking peaches
with machine
made hands
I crawl
on the ground
and begin
to search
for life
why am I
so hard
to love?
playing at noon
bend
and
cross
how often
the moon
agrees
that I am
lost to this
pink
give me
sleep
blink
give me
rest.

protect
how do I call
what makes
me ache
human only
never perfect
treats me kindly
press that
which you hold dear
to your open heart
and shout
it to the rooftops
summer
will start again

curse
it only
beats now
every minute
as if
it is waiting
to stop
peaches
set in stone
sweet blocks
of frozen miracles
how soon
we forget
the sadness
that fights
and feeds
against the wall
wants move everything
cripple him
beat him down.

rapture
how full
be us lovers
in the moment
before the
night ends
of talk
and whispers sweet
of faint
I love you's
and grand gestures
of forget me not's
and kissed lips
sore to the touch
haunt me
let these nights
go wild
with abandon
and furious
recklessness
sparkle in
my eyes
like no other
ever in my sight
so that
in my darkest hour
I will draw
from the memories
of you
and smile once more
before the hands of death
take me
and make me-his.

enemies
be patient
there are sharp eyes
drifting in bowls
like fruit
how quick
and nimble
they pretend
to be
the feast
of crows
break bread
with the devil
on nights
such as these
when the wind
whips harsh
at my window
and plays
with my hair
oh yes
burn all memories
burn them down
shut their eyes
and gore them out
with a sharp stick
beat them
until they are dead
and all
that remains
is the
charred flesh
of their
silent hearts.

closed
how deep
do I dream
from the fear
of you.

cleaver
clever
cut crippled
cut cornered
there is no mercy
in the bright
light of day

storm
Flower
stream
wide
the devil lies
quick
cross
the field dear
grab my hand
there's no fear

high
nestled in
these dreams
hunt
cradle blood
built on
destruction

pending
pull
places
over
swim
in the moon
huddle
close