Sublingual pink And concrete warmth But hands of others reaching To fondle the fuzzy edges of my off white throw And to corrupt The pillow that holds my head A bothersome fellowship Shouting God And hubris The aromatic wax That hangs about my head And clings to my skin Florals and mulberry Agitation But also peace That I now possess the ability To both absorb And make amends
In my eyes see Plum bob swing Golden tear drop posture Tender arch take wing
Count down the night Into sweet chill And blanket natures basket
The wild things With strange eyes unlike mine Tip toe on solid white edging pearly blue Leaving scattered track into a morning Like Iíve never seen The rose dawn takes pink Pushing it through The branches of trees A gnarling window Of time and the rest
Had I possessed An astrologerís poetic vagueness Along with a mind bent Like the cripple of Saints A slow cautionary peace Dubious to react When prodded and poked By eyes direct And boasting a manly strength
Had I possessed this And had not preferred the sound Of crack a bone whip and snap The cold breaking sound Of meaty And violent reckoning With those who concerned me With a complacent idiocy And question piled upon question Some fragile corroded brick So brittle I might...
As the snow pretended to float upwards Danced weightlessly to music Unheard Caught the light in blues and violets And the occasional Precious Flash of red like dawn Then landed on the window ledges Of homes that looked An awful like love And walked quietly into oblivion Only a gentle sequence of cold beauty Into nothingness And beyond the damp And insignificant lingering Across the loving sill A woman at a table sat With nothing in her lap But memories of laughter And youthful...