4:45pm, Thursday

Walking where grass used to be,

light

flashing

pale yellow to red

and back again--

warm dark

flashing

to Thoreaubian clarity

on God's frost;

I am winnowed.

(untitled)

rain cracking quickly

on legs

holding every gorgeous glimpse--

maybe i left those inside

his storm.

together when music moments

should save our moon life--

don't want why,

need where, feel there.

laughing was like wine:

languid, smooth;

sleeping--crying first--

only if--

so lie easy tonight,

live next...

Introduction

i transcend

all living

things and all

things are

living I am

part of every

particle

but it is so much

more than everything

bigger wider open,

open the flood

gates on your

consciousness

rushing in us

and rushing out at once

pulsing energies

flashing lights lights

and lines lines

etched and hatched

sine curving

war-bling to roving

esses

and beams they beat

with me

they are

me because they

are of me

and so they are of

everyone, of all--

hark! a reverberation!

of particles through sound--

do you get it yet?

do you get that

we

are all one,

and one,

when you hurt hir

you

hurt yourself:

we were created

to be

imperfect, an imperfect

collection of charged

particles

all bumping off and on

each other

so synapses fire off and on

on our strands of

our in-

betweens

we

are an atom

and so each atom

comprises you and

all, all at once

yet slowly

gradually peaking

with the existence

of consciousness--

...

union

side of the road in arizona

clownin' around

new reality

the introduction of love

limitless horizons

Writer's Block

is constipation of the mind

concentration

8

frost over fields
the blue morning waits
incomplete

quiet
songbirds sleep
uninspired
anticipation

excitement
the horizon blooms
warmth embraces the land
the sky illuminates

songs of the earth
whisper from resonant soil
as the landscape is fulfilled

dew slakes thirst
familiar aromas
provoke sensations
arousing life

every breath
educes bliss
we reunite and embrace

Dawn

7

tomorrow
i sleep
and today i am wide awake
i breathe and love

tomorrow
is very far away

6

passionate
grass caresses
the flower blooms
and its scent seduces me

5

the river’s pace ebbs and flows
at times barely moving and weak
but still flowing deep

3

today
water runs
and i sit

It doesn't matter if it's a real memory or something I invented

gorgeous shine from near

here me his sea

recall frantic love,

easy moments

for want of when--

was he smooth music

raining sky on my petals

as misty blue honey--

moonlight is him;

and I am water