#490. genesis walk

November 30, 2011

in vast
late november
purity all is color
in grey river whitecaps
I advance a moment in time
only to wheel and hurry back 
into the darkness in the beginning
was the word and the word was a lie
let there be light and dark became

#489. a glimpse

November 29, 2011

the day
has twisted
my thoughts into tempests
thwarted desires
lead me to the foot
of the bridge
my stone
is worn smooth
by the quiet noise
of the Endless

#488. child warriors

November 28, 2011

in rags
with one flip flop
between them handcuffs
shiny sharp their eyes turned
to what thoughts and fears ahead

are they hungry
will they be fed

#487. splashes

November 27, 2011

are not always
the color of water
and leaves sometimes lead
round stones and sharp 
rocks flowing over this dream
bridge sweet black and grey 
seasons than this
autumn waiting snow
drifts ice thickening deep
muffles the rivers sweet 

#486. kick the can

November 26, 2011

calling me home
with the darkening dusk
and the endless street games
going on with the seductive voices 
of the other children ringing the seratonin 
bells of longing to belong in my traitor heart

fear bringing us all home to a silent dinner table
father mother and son and son and son 
in the house by a now dead cherry tree
we ate and became the family that i cannot find

anywhere in time the deep echo of my name 
still rolls down the block behind the houses
of neighbors up green suburban knolls
where the kids all wrestled as one 
in the coming night of life
calling me home

#485. ten

November 25, 2011

in the cycling
of days years grow
we that is us becomes 
momentum and the moment
as well as golden promises that shine
in a bright glimmering line between our eyes 
that was a corner we turned together before we knew
we could ever know that we could ever sing our strings together

#484. thanks turkey

November 24, 2011

surrender to the wild 
bird of enormous mythical crispy brown
proportions and time slips out of now and then 
into ancient moments of family love pain belly laughs
and the last crackling leaves turning wet and winter cold

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