The stream (all workshops)
behind the lush dark of blind
night breaths
sweet and capricious
there is a whisper of clouds
and the harsh pinprick of stars
glittering
softness gathers in the folds of
dreams this intricate
gate holding a gardens worth
of suffecient satisfactions
and patterns sleeping
in the secret grass
On the Crystal slide
anyone can ride
if your calloused enough
for the lines that follow
I'll never get my fill
and can taste it still
one look inside
other girls forgotten
Yum Yum sweet Crystal's sex
that overly addictive sticky mess
her fine red hair and creamy skin
watch out boys, my turn again
we have persevered
along stormy paths
felt the crunch
of indecision underfoot
seen wonders bloom
a kaleidoscope of color
but this is. . .
the summer of change
against a backdrop of clear azure skies
we have embraced winter's choice
released uncertainty on a breeze
watched the beginning of another life
amble along a walkway toward tomorrow
.
jostling in the sheets
like a circling dog
conjuring sleep
flipping pillows
hunting for cool
buttressing knees
elbows, and toes
still, the sweet spot eludes
its going to be another long night
surfing random images
no redeeming theme
scattered flickerings
shapeless as the dark
what could it all mean
this streaming nonsense, my life
a very long night
it is morning
the night not yet
ascended
in the ocean
whale song
and the river
breathes
there is madness
and survival
death and Afghanistan
I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page
Love,
You are here with me
the peonies burst with flame.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0gC4SH1Bqk
we are an archaeological dig
slowly filled in with used-up things
teeth too dull to bite flesh
orgasms that fail to manifest
from your too high or too low
state of mind
our wrestle with it-
life, love
is the cat smashed
on the highway, broken pencils
slivers of soap, hair, gristle
old tv shows we watched with
eyes like blind blackened
light bulbs
I look at the sky
starless in its ebony light
searching for the one
known by the name
written in my soul.
I see you
out there all alone
and I call your name
the sound traveling
through time and space
reaching its intended
goal
Then like a breeze
Sailing upon
a moonlit ocean
whispering,
paint me a picture
with your brush
of words
Dust started to settle
On leaves and rooftops
Long absence of rain
Prepared the platform
Feet and vehicle tyres
Trampled dusty roads
Leading to highways
The year at its end
Like grey hairs
Huts stood out
As golden domes
Depicting the aged
Preceded by dryness
Waiting to be fêted
Drums beat
Dancers out
Tone crammed with songs
Some noises prominent
Pistons pounding mortars
Competing for choice meals
Festivity filled the air
Since we're already nearby
lets go and check
that petri dish
The one we cleared and then reseeded
last time we came around
perhaps these results will be better
than the last ones that we found
It's only been a month to us
since last visit to this arm
though speaking in relative terms
about 65 million years
So lets check under that yellow light
at the third dish out
the pretty blue one with white swirls
and see what's come about
Then clean it out and start all over
Again
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