Monkey On My Back

followed his shadow into the light
a cloud of mist dropping on my shoulder
and fingers climbing a knife around
the mind
something pulling and a slight tease
swinging with the breeze among free formed leaves
pestered by his shallow leap
still connected to my posture
enveloped by air of fools breath
appeal
has so many faces on call
he took shape in the times with tapping
another brain or four
holding yellow flowers at the gate
a dozen offered by arm
he would take the arm the flowers and
the gut of my words

Felt-

softness in the air
a view from the window to the sky
mountain everywhere
heat everywhere
the shower water hot too
the pool water hot also
and night still
spirit
in the desert

WEATHER

interest among clouded heads
how absurd a thought
i sat all day trying my best to bring
the temperature outside down
asked the water to cool off
sitting on fire
i'll roast a prayer
and surrender to the boss

Wild Fire

my mouth shuddered at his posture
the stature of his spirit took me to silence
thieving or telling,
he held the moment with both tails
a whip struck my thought
and my mind had to swim.

mischief or art?
hunger seeking a seed
i finally fell to sleep
with matter out of place,
threatening the gods of my mind
with new models of divinity.

Ozi late night
still, collecting fruits
a place of feeling
standing, sitting or lying
listening and waiting.

Poor Minds

the crook wants my marbles
in a jar or on paper.
toads and their cousins are calling
asking for my hand
while judgment drops from their mouth
and high fashion shoes stand in the door
circling
found position under a tree
in the shadows
oh, the crookedness of it all.

Rise In Pink

on top of my head
and turned upside down
eye to eye on white
in a flash of twenty four hours
several parts went in the right direction
a combination
leading to the right room
and the right feeling
M would hold my flesh
with the right touch
coming at the right time
morning arrived like a gift from the night
wrapped in mouth
rice on the walls
we stuck together
like shades of pink
snail shell

A Path Is Opened

i am just as i was
with half of me left behind
and half of me walking forward
edge of my ears lifted
my fever would wipe the mirror
send me to the trees and i shall shed
a year or two from the past
cleanse my liver and bladder
in eyes of forest green
a path is opened
by an enlarged smile
a rock or two will get turned
the sun will breath in light
and justice will get kicked over
shaking the waters free
washing my bones
hand to hand:shadow and dream
rolling around another obstacle
sitting in the now
we feel the way we feel
most I and I.

Earth's Story

law is firm and in letter
tree is rooted and difficult to fall down
still, man found a way to slice
cut off the roots and take
extra
must be asked
what is your message?
how will you tell
a world community
that
we need more

Forward Stroke

fish with yellow glow
each to the one would like to
know my skin has cheer
the other a flash before the hour
how would i know what side
of the table your on
would the feeling
roam for days with this thought
draw collect
fallen
grace
still painting
a life