tight as we can

September 7, 2014

in camera
the frames moving
ensphered in time blood
dictates the loss of a whole world
irretrievable we all hold onto your string
michael brown beloved
among us missed

death card (for robin

August 15, 2014

old fences new gates
fear that torrent of raw honey
sweet beats me to my dreams
separate we are not we
we are strung together
harmonic crow language
passage

Tender is the swimmer
far out in the ocean of light.
Bright star dances tonight.
I am possessed by my dysfunction,
jangle and clang, chime and hum.
Human to the core, human to the stars,
my violence precedes my time.
Time to sing no more time to weep,
no more time than now.

old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train

there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks

#555. short story

January 30, 2013

he said, the first time i look into your eyes
i must know that these eyes
may also be the last eyes
i see before the gift
is given to me.
she asked, what gift?
death.
then may i hold your hand?

on

going

over the river

i become

the forest

over the river

i become

and go

on

i think i switched
souls with a park bench
in negley park in pittsburgh
but that was 1972 and I was pretty high (up Flagstaff Hill)

#541. mascot

May 20, 2012

naked
in costume
always wanted to play
chicken head and chicken feathers
bullies cant catch me
in here apart
naked

i look like part of the team

i could talk
but could not be heard
for the white flour clogging my veins
my face is caked cake with no sugar or dreams
old man rivers a barking dog to change the schedule by an hour
or an entire history of mirrors broken and so submerged sisyphus
you may follow or just take a picture or write a poem make a choice so
as a king i think this is it

thriving in the spring
alive in a rain of icy water
cannot be held back to stop the summer swimmer
i have always feasted on my own heart to turn the lonely pain lovely
it is the space between the words
splintered door jams line the way back down unmeeting conversations
unmeeting wishes the color of sea green loud echo
information coded so decoded
that the seasons blend

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