#107. Lips Of Use

December 10, 2009

Lips of
use
strike out to
cold and
close
the deal
for a
sliver
of street seen
out a
restaurant
door glass
does not
separate me
from you
and i know
the
bio-logic
bargain
we have struck
and met
our children
behind
bed-time
stories.

#35. Derelict In Oz

October 1, 2009

In the past lies nothing
but everything.
All time makes the love
butterflies
flirt with the tree
in order to escape the net.
Riding the crest of lies
the choice is made.
The Axeman
who I’ve been
chopping chopping
whole groves of love
whole trees of trust.
Now to lay down that axe.
Now to explore open hands
open mind
to touch.
Joy at grief.
Peace at happiness.
Putting down the axe
open-handed to open the door
day to day.

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