this is the way the day unfolds
swirling crown notions
wings in a flurry
while dirty watered bootsteps
stretch north north west

deep in the harvest of fingerdepths
you turn your smooth caress
into doubts...the flat
bisquit liquid phone
silent

a crop of black stirs
on the wire
the mezzanine snowflake
tile array
dizzy in its spell wound
falling
rising like them
striking the sky with their
cries of hungry indignities

without any sensations
Oh man
what would be that kiss,
loveless,
two shadows like ghosts will meet
and you say twill be a kiss
doesn't match my lips,

let me tell you
I love to kiss....
any miss
any sis
any mom,
and my kiss perhaps some day
you may want too...

I mix the Grey
of ash and soot
into shade, ground
from between the leaves
of midnight and dawn

as the texture of you
begins the pale
to nothing 

as each lift of the brush,
and every dab erased you
from the canvas of my life,
I realize,
I am overpainting each
and every particle
of you

I meditate on the good
but with regret I forget,
for in the remembering
burns a nothingness

I remix the colour
with a rainbows spray,
and I fill the void
where you once stood

FLEUVES

Je suis un fleuve qui court
frénetique
comme un forcené fou
poursuivi
par ma propre folie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend

RIVERS

I am a river flowing
frenetic
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
a drop of nothing
swallowed
into a raging sea.