DULLY NOTED.

DULLY NOTED

She said it was dully

noted like it was some

kind of perch,

a band of some sort

she didn't particularly like.

She was known for her scones, that tasted bittersweet

as the sky,

and a man who didn't love her but loved her for her

movies.

She was known to be promiscuous, as if that were

a word I would use otherwise,

a mother I never knew about but read about in obituaries.

we are growing...............................................

we are growing

All the ways I found myself

looking at the abyss

that which is the knight

full of light

and life

and yesterday's days

into the night that

is bright

and misery's praise

full of sorrow

and again

we are home

I found myself alone

yesterday's home

tomorrow

like bright as

light in a dark room

full of misery and gloom

like a shadow

WATER.

WATER

The water carries me like a little

bit of a dragon

calm in its wake

like a little bit of night

that is liquid and shimmery

like a shimmery night

in the dark

I am alone

I am not the only one

who is tempted

to take the stone

and throw it in the water

that is also like a willow

that grows in the garden

in the garden where I live.

I am the sister and friend

to water

I am all water

I am the water of good

I am the water of wise

I am tempted

I am not fending

Water goes down in my mind

like the mind that is there

it is my sister

it is my brother

I am not tempted

i want to talk to you the essence of the moon.

I want to talk to you one on one

about my moon problem

that seems to be heaven's problem

as well

like a flight in fright

like dracula's mammoth sized

moonbeam based in a jar

she is shadowed based on yesterday's

dream

that didn't know what it was dipped

in tomorrow as in today

and today as in tomorrow

following fast along the way

we bend and break

like moonbeam's that wans

and waxes

saturday's purse

fallen onto the head of things

like yesterday's strife we

don't know what's best of us

or what's least of us saturday

is more than today

ESSENCE OF EVERY DAY.

ESSENCE OF EVERY DAY

The essence of the self

is to know more than what one

will know

far away like a dream

nothing glows like what it seems

the fireworks of early dawn

encompasses itself

like a morning glow

into ecstasy

a new dawn

comes

falls like shadows in

the midst of it all

nothing comes without

all of us falling into

sorrows of doubt

in it we will not find out

the other thing that doesn't

stand out in the middle of

morning

into the neverending

void

you don't know how long

you'll

live or

even die in the neverending

veil of life

long-lived

tonight is the night

sacrifice

is imminent

SNOW.

THE SNOW EGRET

The snow egret is large

as a mountain in the summer

against the powdery blue sky

just yesterday I said to myself

I wish I was a bird and I could fly

anywhere through the clouds

that mend and mold my future

any day of the month it can turn

fresh and sour and I don't know what to

do with myself because everything seems

and sounds too complex

and complicated

and everything that works