#530. to wake

January 23, 2012

in dreams colors
spark to red spirit
floats above your bed
life regathers all its power
strength returns and so does wonder
open your eyes
and breath
your fire

autumn
burning winter
sharpening storms
underneath rose blue
sky and clouds shining
a swift green river down
seawards colors evaporating
rushing away today from tomorrow
the plank still flecked with paint
tosses its journey in time
with the world’s
chrysalis
birth

the rain
drops millions
of mirrors endless
shattered hues and tints
all hinting at the gift of death

twirling in a sharp business suit
wild laughing possessed man
has lost or found it all
and it dont matter
one damn bit

#366. summer chill

August 26, 2010

and now the season
begins to fade
the leaves
meditate
upon
hue
and i
watch
the children
playing by sunny
shores not believing
in the school bell’s peal

#209. dreamside search

March 22, 2010

the side
of me
that is sight
unseen
scours my dreams
for clues
to the side
of me
that always
cleans
the side of me
no one
should ever see
but always
seems
to lead

when you dream in black and white
color can be difficult
to wake up to

Th woman
as paint
the pure lines of body
breast hip navel.
sharp
the pure lines of face
cheek nose eye.

all colors change sparkles
all colors real
color.

***

i sing angel with iggy pop
yr loveslaps
joy
collapsedance.

i dance naked.

later we fuck beautiful.
sweat is the endless sea.

***

Th woman
as man
i’m not pushing
or pulling yr rib.

i kiss yr hand.

***

The closed world of us in a car
at night.
Dreams.
dense and sweet against
the bitter chocolate world.
Touch the cold windshield
turned to ice.

Wake to morning thunder.
Pounds
lazy.

***
Th woman
over now.

you dream such soulful dreams
i’m glad that you share them with me
they explode
all my black and white themes
turning them orange
purple
and green.

red dreamer
dreamin’ in red
letting the heart poems out
from soul to head
red dreamer
sleeping in bed
sweet visions tonight
all fears fled.

blue dreamer
dreamin’ in blue
shaping the soul poems go
from deep in the pool
blue dreamer
knowing life’s rule
life is suffering
all the Endless school.

golden dreamer
dreamin’ in gold
building the mind poems high
from thoughts to soul
gold dreamer
creating so boldly
the visions and dreams
all crowns told.

so it goes

finding my memory
in more and more spaces
driven by scents sounds colors
that exist
in the air of time
which we silly beings say
passes.

#72. For Anna

November 5, 2009

A child’s painting
mature and demanding
innocence calculating to manipulate
emotion, time and space.

We are transported to France
or daycare
at your whim.
How does nine years of life
command color and line and form
so well?
Well enough
strong enough
to do your bidding.

A child’s painting
given precedence made important
by talent and love
and a simple wooden frame.

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