lightly painted as India
shows her sculpture on rock architecture
down with one leg and tossed to the side
a royal posture of ease
the dance is coming
one more inspiration with no ending
seated and waiting for the seeds to grow
eyes blue and walls pink
time has nothing left to promise
how much pollution can one person fit
in their mouth a universe of bull
pass in and out of the room with a glow
the green around their bodies is poison
surviving for hours on city language
rotting fingers and toes with ball and chain
holding tight around the bend for mr. and mrs. security
letters read by a crying post woman
am found my mind passing the time
with a turkey in the oven growing brown
legs getting taller with a shoe
i'm dressed for dinner in skirt and chain
my hands feel free though i've no pockets
found eric across from me john at my left
randy to my right dinner could not have been
any better if church bells sounded
the neighbors over
some friends of the kids arrived
included ping pong to keep things subjective
turkey time lasted from 5 - 9 my wheels rolled
with such ease and laughter
Gretchen dances with pleasure to the
many faces moving the scene
ended with another odd joke
i missed at the front gate again
nothing and everything is passed to me
i would like to recover sooner
grace was missing by prayer
not in a word
building riffles and bullets in the name of a revolution
putting fish and milk on the table in the name of dinner
with water pouring out of showers and toilets
in grass bugs dig for soil
where do the gentle find peace?
what good and spontaneous joint bodies
can do
for the planet as well as today
the sky covers the earth with love
a union of two souls stretching over the mattress
leading and taking care for the peace
a tree some orange juice and a little tv
left behind a burnt out candle and some curry
just in time for another move
no problem
the bird still sings with ears
i'm going forward
close my account under terms of service
pay to cancel pay to close pay to finish pay to
live pay to breath pay to talk pay to think pay
to drink pay to write pay to love
you can't love even if you could love you can't
love
pay to love pay to laugh pay to sit pay to
walk pay to drive pay to sleep pay to
sing pay to dance pay to eat.
a move by night under the fence was a weapon
a revolt of skin and bone against the gun
a conversation on the cycle of death and birth
forgive me for not taking a gesture of resistance
ego desire pulled at my hair
informative enrollment would succeed with image
of the most sensitive
my first reaction is the right one
how then
do i land here and now?
heart ache jealousy pain
is going to come tonight tomorrow
with or with out my consent
for now the music is just right
the horn is strong and strings
doubt the calling of tension
sound leaves wrinkles
white test me with silence
my memories fight for space
from friends the meaning is gone
thier time is measured by an advance
for their future and is stretched out by their hard
little hooves marked with a price
play the game drink the drink and walk the talk
what grace fills a foot forward and
drops fragrance to the air with a birds scent
how few thoughts enter my loves mind of mine
of his thoughts i can be sure a wire is taught and long
walking this far the same way
under which paved streets crawl and sway
to a cloud a lofty idea has bounce
caught in love - landed between two towers
the distance parched like an ocean of leather
mind and mind twirl to save the flesh
costumed with a wit for people and places
blood runs down the front of innocence
with so many mountains of teeth and toes
a smile on the red of hearts
reaching through the bulls shit
a child on this planet plays with frogs
respect and peace instead of propaganda
turning the wheels of original time
all colors in nature have different laws
than the people with enemy minds
