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your mist is memory

to  the staring eyes on this stool

I,  Spun to a birth

I, cast  from you.

The I

I see

In  your swirls

has  the very cells of me, longing

To return to thee

And become

Once again

All that  I ever was.


2012

A Natural Condition

Yet not for water but for peace
I  Thirsted, a natural condition
My navel  in slow yawn
a second nose  agape
Through which breathes  the earth
Forever
Charlie  was in  my craw
 So I, loathed  the  stillness
Stalking  my  waters, rumbling at the  edge
But  in my navel  always  sat
The seed of resurrection



2012

May

May  is the today I burn

And my  candle  flame tilts in the dark

May, I sit and listen

 This month of the bull

in a world that’s  really a school

must right itself today

no matter

May of the tears , may I  in the smile

climb down  from the maddening play

so bear witness  for a while                        

To  these words  i say

That you  will right yourself  on this day

2012

one day on the pavement

A man said to himself
As he watched the maiden
Play with children
"Here is joy in a skirt"

A man sat in the car daydreaming
Of the maiden
Of a day with her smile

The man, the skirt, his dreams
And her smile, never questioned
His sight in her eyes


2012

Water

And how is it
No two people see
The same sea
Waves in a tumbler
ends within ends and cascading starts

Gentle, you might miss it
This thing that transpires between us
So loves its whispers.
When I became slow
I was one with the deep

What am I to do
Sit at the shore
Feel you in the spray
You never left me

Water



2012

Satori maybe

Elicit in my head
A Shrill sound
a nightmares end
the door knobs turn
the knowing jumps out
Smiling
at my disbelief
at the first instep
I am Open
to the sun
From its warmth
I know this day
Is setting in the pink
Swirling


2011

not again

have I lost you
By running from your futures no’s
To cliff edges
From grounds below an endless grey
To a doubt that chases sleep, prayers and
The hopes
I placed on the altar
My eyes are behind this song
As it plays to my tears and….
….

2011

wanting

What possibly can I get
From your purring
My pining is for kind words
For this nave buried in the ground

What possibly can I get
By your reply so terse
I want it all, in chapter and verse
So in you I will be found

When possibly can I get
now after my Arrant avowals
In Chapters say it, in silent vowels
That I can come around

2011

a slow crash of petals

Put a light in my stirrup
The warmth of Ashkenazi
Forsook all one dreads
To find comfort in a bean cake
but for a stick of freedom
I sipped a sakè with Bushido
So my autumns may come to life
And, in falling to their doom
smiles
to a slow crash of petals
and to a something that knows

2011

Nephew x

In the name of he who sent us here
We welcome you to the todays
tiny fingers and cries
From this bosom you will become
And fill us with wonder



2010