smile
good yes good yes
love present life love God
happy God life positive God
life-smile
smile
good yes good yes
love present life love God
happy God life positive God
life-smile
(ego
birth: an “I” crawls
out from tangled darkwet
brackenbriar paradoxes
within)
lit like
a left blinker
on a car turning right
she’s an empty signifier
all bliss
angle
me like a soft
target anybody
i’ll wear an apple just aim at
me, please
He stands to stay dry
Beside a bur oak’s
Taut, tendoned trunk
Whose black branches twist
Helixically out
And, aged, bow groundward
.
The falling water’s
Not what bothers him
It’s nine o’clock so
He swallows and walks
Toward a building
That gives nothing back
.
He sits there, stays dry
And won’t see the sky
Till black night’s toads croak
Cracking tongue-whips at
Mosquitoes drunk on
The wine of the quick
.
Tomorrow will find
Sooty roots shooting
Up his cracking spine
Where he’s warm again
And in oaken skin
Extends his tendons
somber pipes moan aeolian
in the gloom of the gloaming
a chaotic elegy
octo-themed, polyform
low-pitched, rainbow cathexis
full-spectrum kingdom
in a nutshell
o great annulus
o toy nautilus
spin, sweet spinners
turn, slow seasons
glow, tired lantern
play, soft pipes
now write it down
write it all down, transcribe
the wind-sung composition
and divine the musical
signature of the vast, vast breeze
held captivated
by ideas at pennies
per word, with interest
A mysterious combination
Of musical notes stirred
The transgenerational memory
Of a distant ancestor’s passion,
Tugging me to a nearby chair
Where I wept for a lover
I had never known, never met
Yet I forget the notes
I’ll divine meaning from your insides
And watch which way the birds fly
I’ll put your face under my pillow
And learn about you while I sleep
I’ll wait for lightning to strike a willow
And ask the ashes which tomb to sweep
And when I get my answers
I’ll let you know immediately
make your way toward
the center of the cyclone
it’s easier there