Tuesday, July 23, 2019

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.

Friday, July 12, 2019

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

Tuesday, July 09, 2019

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

Thursday, July 04, 2019

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

Monday, July 01, 2019

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