Don’t know how I got here, but I’m happy to stay,
make myself comfortable, dance around and play.
Was it something I said that popped me in your head?
Nice of you to have me, you really didn’t have…
If sunshine be butter then
take me for bread.
Life’s sweetest sentiments
fall unsuspecting as ripe…
Every time I see you I leave with more to say,
I’m beginning to feel it could take a lifetime
to explain. I knew before you told me there was
something different about you…
Expectation, fall into place, a falling
place, ahh you will soon learn things have
a way of going where few things go.
Jurassic acknowledgement, life finds…
Pleasure running out my toes
greed blown from thy nose
sung in manor of mountain temple
obscuring boundaries when able…
At once at once
follows an order
beckoned to redeem
forgone reason in…
Untool mind to spare time those steps
never taken. Relishing difference the
song of new eyes, a respectable space
comfortable, not overdone. An orbital…
Paddles up mirroring messiah,
been awhile since we caught up,
as an aging surfer, he’s apprenticing
under a wave guru up north, one of…
Dip into nothing
Don’t be surprised when the lady on the bench says into her phone,
“What do you mean my jet can’t land?” then tells her assistant next
to her to look up the flight authorization number, “no I’m here see
Letting out line, mind a clicking reel, wonky
film projector tempting realities to
sprout from skull and politely ask the present
for a dance, only to ruin her and take her place…
We’d emerged from Baldwin and Hughes to “Let America
Be America Again” she took a brave stance behind the
lectern and said “when I made this lesson plan back in
Christmas break, I never would’ve guessed that the day…
Fuzzy flags carried off planes
no one needs to ask about.
Spare my eyes the sight
society says to itself….
Her body a sound garden, storm swept sea
a passenger afloat, humming to her vibration…
These mistakes go on to make themselves,
worthwhile experience registers of confirmation.
Hear a buzzing hive, your best has yet beecomb.
Nest away elixirs spices jewels and devices…
The prophet Jeremiah blends in a crowd, mustard brushes his sleeve,
out on divine parole, the stall line at Coachella proved larger than his bladder.
Tomorrow’s chariot of hope was nonchalant while asking for a plumber,
civilization’s trajectory oversight required Narcan resuscitation…
No need to follow my path,
don’t know how to live with
A brown torrent five meters across…
Recrossing the boundary
hit by murmurs of stupidity
there’s no getting there without
self assurance, same spirit of…
All things looking of you,
ripples trail a seaward vessel
spreading curves, a rhythm we
rolled once or twice…
We stopped just to hear the silence,
see the sky a blue we’re thankful for
a radiant pure blue
essence of blue…
More than a moment,
Count Cristo starship manor.
More than a moment,
singing circles of soul sayers
let loose from an environ plane…
Those feeling of ever after
a torrent of butterfly kisses.
Lazy grins bask in new moon
shadows, conceiving a heaven…
buffer for an
Winds will be winds passing pressure, proprietary imbalance
self organized energy spools dotting gust of telegramming gods.
What is that noise? Blinds scratching glass?
Is it the dying whimpers of a man whose mouth was replaced by a harmonica?
Out of a driftless area the
lanky midwester calls Dubuque home
what is he doing here?
Standing in the sun for no particular reason…
When we were inseparable
things lost their reason.
mouths moved but nothing spoke
louder than those color pencil
sketches on my high school schedule…
Rising from red shale
golf ball-esque structures the
size of houses, scattered among
a remote volcanic remnant in absolute Pacific isolation…
In circles of squares
Often they forgets to look beyond,
To lines that bend for food or
I’ve been too young to understand why those
Towers crumbled, and watch what becomes
Of the world, less look for love, as tho
Spoiled on Jersey Shore or Next, still…
You looking on
For I will be short in relating what it is I wish to say, to do otherwise is unjust to the matter…
Well on the day I was born,
God paused for a sneeze.
Half alive, half yet to be known
A recoiled pause, before unleashing…
Surely there’s another way, some forgotten track
A stone clasped hand, a wholesome shake.
Surely the water is right, dynamic cycles,
One arc fits all
We are no different…
Our days together, countless consexutive days.
It started with us on the ground,
a moment when something is so funny
your legs can no longer support you.
We rolled in laughter bellies aching, you had to be there…
Saturday Shrimpy gets it, “nice TA nice,”
an easy Lords of Dogtown refrain
warms my heart in playful Pitas waves.
Rex soul arches his carver all the way to the boys,
There are no words to describe this mystery in mind,
How it all became? What we are destined to?
So sit down and I’ll tell you how it all came true.
The fact of the matter, is hardly the case…
we reach for what then is, or is not talk through the earth,
to listen through which we can not see,
for the truth mean no such thing…