SOMETHING

can't run away from yourself
yourself your self must have done
something wrong why can't you find
positive in conversation running away
with illusion of self every one thinks
their burden is the heaviest
running away
something
something

Displaced In Motion

estranged to myself

like shadow on water

bubbles and blossoms devoured me

in the experience

i displaced myself to the motion

wrenched by a seizure of hands and

compliments of lasting friendships

this way and that i was tossed

for i see that habitual ways

are loathing and motivated

coming out of the thorns my skin

wet

marked for memory

sounding not to echo

their being destroyed

One More

one more

unless i can get more

a few here and now

every one's time

what a wonderful world it could be

GRADUATION

returned
sitting on bleachers with strangers
piled bench by bench in a sea of
heads
gathering to view a sea of graduates
hopeful
for a future in the world
speaking before those who
robbed the world

LOVE

oh, yes i can type.
what is it your trying to say?
for that matter,
what is it i am trying to say
with my love?

Next To Nothing From Something

this way or that way

your capacity to fill the moment

including your feelings and mine is

young and retarded in voice and color

of romance your flesh comes with

such a bitter smell

turned almonds by brute or by song

yours still sit in water

better could make butter

bring it with your renewed vows to my neighbor

they have no spoon to stir elegance and will be satisfied with

broken skins

Loud Crow On Its Course

surprising

the man in the tree

he came down like a loud crow on its course

making a whale-mouth of a noise

forcing his plan to fit against all odds

he would even steal the flesh of the moon

mighty

shall she bless the beast

or leave him to blow his own horn?

PADLOCK

it seems to me that we are wrapped

shore line up in breath and stars

that i'm still in love with the shape

your eyes bend to touch the back

passing in a rain fall of color mixing the

two of our minds into arms legs raised

for some nibble off the shoulder

need a basket to carry this feeling off

the hip

moving with unbelievable unison

you never let go

keep taking me across the burning

den

knocking at my door all the time

corrupt my day for the last time,

i need to do laundry!

MUSIC

the sound of music in the beat of the heart

sounding the instrument of choice.