Screaming hot like ice in free fall
Black jade bubbling up within her guts
Limp inertia pressing lips, nose, skin taut mashed like snouts
Our earthen emerald sphere now or soon to be
Hemorrhaging 100’s at a time
Checkered browns and greens and circles gloating in our wake
More alloyed birds streaking to and farting streams
Before he’d lingered on her lips
Turned in hopeful irreality mixed or stirred
She wanted him then turned away.
He spat, she never saw speed saw to that.
Parting anger attenuates, turning fractal fractures sorrowful, singing zippers
Mourning dove coos surprised then flying like beginners
Unsafe landings clumsy sandbags hung with goat anchors
He fell into his seat, sinking never stopping into darkness
Chasms deeper telescoping on into a deeper will
Never light nor heat nor whispers enter or escape
Was it a wall or the will?
Each thought a dagger stabbing down the chute of black or muddy swirls of phlegm
The empty one its crown of pictures, all dead men
Craven mesmerizing taunts entrapping all
We live to elbow each to reach our bottom.
Climbing frantic counting score the piles of leaden coin
Losing time in rapid rants bending eyes reflecting
Her magnetic nails like fishing lures tangled rusted
Swallowed in the blue shark’s pail
Blood blue bile spews forth in streams and rapids
As the snake encoiled in all
Tasting each with his pleasure prongs.
There are no meek to be found,
No perfect few and reason knows it true
Pretender hawks his lies of protest,
Better are the honest evil, though these be the least.
Then sleep and visions of the sky blue mountain
Jeweled lake reflecting upside down the gleaming heat of winter’s sun
No chance to frame a blinding flash of memory
Yet perfect truth like dreams of floating or flying hardly trying
Walking along a sandy pebbled beach
Massaging metatarsals’ flesh
Cleansing daytime’s dreary breath.
This path led up the hill, a cabin ready made stood built for me,
Or for my brothers deserving more.
Gone ahead after bursting through the sky
The 100s shattered ripped and shredded painless terror terminated.
Except for friends, fathers, brothers, mothers, lovers
Left to sift and sort the bloody muddy rain-soaked sodden piles
While I lay watching from this perch upon my porch above,
High up slope a shining alpine lake.
Gone ahead, gone over, game over, healed of all my ill
Now strangely silent entombed with nature’s gift beyond all life
Would she shine in the new day?
Children come streaming screaming
Cheers lost on paths in lanes and paths of parents still to come
They scatter in a random circle dilating from its outer center
From my crown in distant stars they form an iris.
In smell and sound and sight and touch
I sense them each singles one by one
Together in the abstract pattern of god’s eye they were
Tomorrow’s promise today is born
Exulting life that’s always been
Now lost but only now obsession our assassin
Run now, run with life and feel your inner eye
Our nature’s pulse in us always
Knowledge steals more than it gives
Addiction conceals our loss yet winking blinking
Periodically our children play and give us love.
We feed ourselves but seldom taste or take its succor
How can it be we live?
Hiding in us all is life, unseen, unheard, unfelt,
Smelt base medals of false victory, in shifts and watches.
Explosions softly rock my cradle above
No sense of balance to catch my falling, falling, falling
What is balance in the spirit world?
Yet here was motion, propelling, drawing, pushing
How the mystery with no clue?
There it was again the pupils dilating fearsome
A welcome engraved for me.
Faster, faster and trusting as I see the child.
Perfect soft and silky skin, round and plump with angel hair of warm strands of gold
Eyes the color of a blackened rainbow
Pierced my heart with peace and still
I see or feel my master?
Our master of the universe, transformed into the hall without return
Surrounds me with His garden walls of Spring
It seems as flowers climb into a sky beneath water’s mirroring synchronicity
Reflecting fallen dreams that seem another’s
Life in which the child, a sorcerer perhaps,
Prostrate translucent perpetuity a world alive with peace.
Knowing not, feeling not, but more the comfort supreme.
Like licking drops of life before the fall
And drilling for desire’s dawn I find
I am found!
Is it a sign of a new day?
Tasting before I saw I sensed paradise
Singing in silence was the summer night
Tomorrow at the feast, sweeter than a nectar brewed
Long, long ago, in the beginning
Sweetness, bitterness, tart, our tongues recoiled
Then dived and dived again.
The attraction of a love divine,
Sweet peaches iridescent in their sticky dew
Melons creamy texture calling softly, softly, screaming irresistibly always, come again
Ears of kernels white and blue colored by an ancient maize
Drunken nectar dizzies with delight.
There are stars exploding brightly just to pay the price
Piled in pyramids like Kailahs’ sacred mountain
We taste, savor, thankful ignorance in surrender
What we knew goes smaller then disappears and sets in our mind’s horizon gone
Peace and honeycomb of harvest
How to dream in a new day?
Atop the tower under darkened sky of mirrors
As we gently lay exhausted
Spent at last on worthy charms time is slowed for us.
We startle unscared,
As spears of lightning rain and showers thunderous shaking
Soaking to the skin they nourish our drought
Bathing chapped skin and long cracked lips
The desert of our past now lives again
Biology pretends and bends before the Spirit.
This fantasy of time absorbs a mortal thought
In certainty we are mute. Metamorphisized.
Tranquil the birdsong and pine breeze
Time transforms us
Then dies itself to be no more.
We searched lost souls never seared with life
Or scarred by presents sent by Saints.
Yes is not heard again!
Our language ascendant as a single word
This we know as always, Love alone our ozone after rain
Vapors drifting below lightning’s exposed faded glories
Darkness delivered to the devil
Replaced by light as blind as snow.
Hiking in the dark, a peaceful walk to see
By moonlight streams in piles of duff
As canyons give up their past
Our dust is our world and there we live until
Screaming softly to those who hear and know
We are now no more,
Time is our invention as a game to pass along
Screaming softly until falling into our tea.
Floating on the canyon breeze,
Hearing melody for the very first time
Will Love be new today?