Friday, April 24, 2015

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

Saturday, April 4, 2015

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