what did you want to say?
you can’t hold onto everything
atlas has let the world roll
and it spins further on
what did you want to say?
i can’t hold it all
the moon could only sway the waters
the waters can be swayed to drown
everything on a hinge
and a couple of screws loose
what did you want to say?
and who needs saving?
who hasn’t lost it all in the winds?
who hasn’t had holes on their own palms?
everything eventually falls away
i’m sorry
what did you really mean to say?
luscious overgrowth varies eloquently
at once a calm ensues
all the valleys too full
brimmed over oceans
and i learn to swim
i head there to here
and eyes follow and disappear
i dress in the light of the dawn
has there ever been a union of two suns?
cosmos blanket and fold infinitely
and the fires burn through the cold
i don’t see those eyes anymore
they blinked away with a passing comet
as Hercules winks from above
my dress has evaporated to dusk
lachrymose oaf vacates ebullience
these tears that fall
oh, these are the tears that fall
as they collect petals
and drape themselves in feathers
the sliding ground
and her valleys swing
a cradle, a rocking chair…
it all just keeps beginning
these tears that fall
fall with the rain
i suppose it might be mine
i suppose we’re one in the same
losing obscures veiled entrances
i sit and i read my palms
a reverie swims into my eyes
the red of coral
and the singe of starlight
i sit and see what fell
i suppose we’re all under a spell
a sprinkle of velvet
the blue of the sky
if i sit and wait
i suppose it might all just die
latches open voids entangled
(part 1- acrostics, on filling levees of vined enclosures)
what does it look like?
and how can it be measured?
i step and falter
i wander towards a ladder
i climb and i climb
and the rain falls me down
and down falls
what you hold…
the rain holds me down
I am at Peace with The Living I’ve Done
I’m not impressive in your thoughts
I seem to become
some mailable taffy in your eyes
something needing to be wrapped up
a little too neatly
for my mess seems like a chore
as if this is a mess
as if I am a mess
as if all this life I’ve lived
will become your mess
I am at peace with the living I’ve done
I am at ease within my own atmosphere
however disastrous it all seems
I still sail
I continue picking up what is necessary
and leaving behind what is not
I enjoy living
and I know
it’s enough
As an Offering to/for Someone
I eat to nourish this body
I move to marry my breath
with this spirit
to solidify not to modify
according to nothing
I speak when I choose to
I listen always
I move to marry this body
to this earth
to live in this body
on this earth
make myself into an offering?
for a void, of a hunger
that is whirling on your mouth?
you have been mistaken
you have misinterpreted me
I exist as I exist
and you need to begin
to remove that error from your person
or are you so enamored
with just devouring others?
I Negotiate with My Body and Spirit Everyday
to admit it or not
there’s always a give and take
the symbiotic dance
of the electrical waves
lapping to a red, beating drum
while this body moves
as this spirit flickers and glitters
I don’t collect medals
I don’t crave a mantle to rest on
I am a moving temple
a ship with no destination
for my destination is always
wherever I land
to admit it or not
I dance in my body and spirit everyday
negotiations are always interrupted
but never monetarily gained
I wrestle with this soul of mine
I reconcile with my own face
I am no god
What do I ask of My Soul?
deserts are for roaming
but not for those
who cannot find comfort
in an elusive god
my god is elusive for a reason
what good would the face do
if I can’t even
reconcile with my own?
what good would a god do
if I can’t even
wrestle with my own soul?
What do I Ask of My Heart?
in this inane quagmire
a forest secluded
away from the metallic mountains
giving mazes of unwarranted solitude
in this milky sea foaming at the lips
revolutions within the waves
and swallowing salt and sand
what gives me the right to ask?
what use is living
if I keep asking if I’m living?
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