untitled
they reach softly through this
thin material curtain
in wavering green fingers
smooth branches
in the calm eyes of
house cats
as we lay down & rest, at the end
of pathfinding
they pull us down through the roots
& hold us close
relax & enjoy some poetry (all original work)
they reach softly through this
thin material curtain
in wavering green fingers
smooth branches
in the calm eyes of
house cats
as we lay down & rest, at the end
of pathfinding
they pull us down through the roots
& hold us close
farewell, unto thee
prior to receding complete
poling gently this obsidian lake surface
leaving glistening chevrons
light that bleeds
between seams
within one round eye bubble perceived
is, in actuality
smear which is left like scuff marks
these are but memories
it is mere indentation in air, he said
a space disturbed by moving
absence, truly
perceive not fickle things
rather, this space around me
casual: keep it & discard me, the crinkle yellow wrapper
i just somersault away in these gusts
touch of my smooth yet rough bark-like surface, glide it with fingers
you will forget
blink slow & weighted eyelid slides into place with owl surety, closed flat like a
blank puddle
he is probably just resting his eyes
yeah, yeah: that’s it
fleshy soft curving flower pedal
subsists as foundation
springy with newness
& not so deeply established
swelling rhinestone surface
slithering with glitter
sun bright is deflected
& cannot penetrate
i am smooth wave sloping blue-black ice & immensely stupid
swelled up, foggy cotton stuffed
& endless pressure
steadily, slowly vibrating:
stumble
under monument weight
& flash-boil into not one damn thing
save these nacre vapors,
released
by the vein knowledge
syrup red secrets
forms; yes, i have been here before
& the sharp ozone smell sparking:
the coming-back
the whole of this blanket must
be studied
like a painting,
though of endless depth
& constantly changing
drift sifted sand crust, this damp & drying patina
curled ends of autumn leaf scales rasp morning
& barely discerned rustling
you, are indeed known here
that hollow bellow of fog distant bells
lines it up
& a sole yellow sun cream sword
slices down –
warm, approving
nicely done three eyes, time runny egg infinity
sibilant sounds soft escape from without the
mouth pouch
easy enough
to just bend this full transparent glass frame
hanged in panes, arranged in star sprayed space
to fit, then
those secret words within
glittering emptiness