Blue

bright

beautiful

the color

of the sun

Slowly fading off

into some

descent 

landing

Dark side

complete 

the light turn

distant swirling

light dancing

to the surface

of the moon

and back

Be brave

How quiet dreams

become the ceaseless reality

of our

everyday lives

Boiler

Force the issue

remember

this is your life

make the most

of every thought

keep the rising surface

from stumbling off

the face of

the Earth

Burial

there comes 

a time

closely held

that all things

will turn

to dust

Play

swamp

the rolls

over songs

slip the noose

sturdy the struggle

how carelessly

we give it

away

dive

broken fingers

writing in

oblivion

stretching to 

the found

colored apples

a hundred years

happy
the sweetness
that graces
cold
wet
nose
hungry in
the middle
of the night
we pause
to pet her furry head
then fill her bowl
to the top
happiness prevails

help
cannot stop
there is a beam
of red light
so pure
above the
wavering step
dragging feet
and limbs
and bones
over furious banks

vomit
that flush
of vibrant colors
permeated by
the mist
that refreshes
it/each pore/
every single day
the wise facet
that pulls you
to the ground
and kicks you in
the stomach.

Georgia
I forget
the pull
of a good memory
the way it leads
you down
unbroken paths
whistling Dixie
in the wind

deathbed
when
the time comes
I'll smile
and think
I wish
I had
more time

True Love
What do
I have
to do
to have
to get
what
I need
makes
me think
that you
don't need
me anymore

am
can
the honest
call upon
those thick lips
desperate in need
of strange hope
holding crazily
onto the rum
of distant fields
be present
in the moment.
Ride on