night scene

night and cars and
streets and lights
music on the stereo
rain plane shift scene
drumming on the dashboard
you and me

tonight...
tonight tonight
tonight

cracked windshield
shattered stars
cracked windshield
shattered stars

tonight...
tonight tonight
tonight

sidewalk chalk

wired cat tense
not wanting to bludgeon
another dead horse
into submission

suffering is preferable to the
zombie shuffle daze w/
words lost in sidewalk
chalk, easily washed away

barbed wire mend

something inside me
died back then
broken once too many
i think

cello-tape yellow
fractured and dry
given to brittle dust
over long years
struggles to keep that
something together

but

only barbed wire
really holds the
mend

stone cat

languid
eyes sliver slitting
i assume the stance
of a stone cat

train

bootstrapped
i carrion crawl
through tundra dog days
leashed to deadweight
wind howling banshees
across frostbit skies

towards the shore

all the words lost
with none left
to speak

every single one
grows lily white pale
washed out pastel
dingy dull lace
next to truth

tossing the sullied
pallette aside
i head towards
sundrenched shores
not knowing the
gun in my hand
blind trapped in
a monster of me

might reach

to drift would be a
lovely thing today
with hands like stars
weightless & free
i might reach...

cast / off

cast   
      /
               off

i cover myself
with earth
reaching out fibrous
mycelia
sinking, drinking in
quiet songs
of darkwood depths
my body but meat
for the wild

worlds forgotten

my head in your lap
lost to sakura seas
wine splash & laughter
worlds forgotten in
an unguarded moment

a trick to

there is a trick to it...

a twist of place--
strings binding &
coiling, turning &
bending until all
outside in or
dexter warps sinister like
shadow bending light

intuit intuit
toss the compass afield
needles     are    use l e s s
my friend

for, you see
we are also the trees
entangled, rooted
jailed in time...
and we were meant
to be sentinels standing

there is a trick to it...