the road is time
road is space
road is gravity too
crumble light into photons spread as a gravel path to now
the road is teacher
a patient road
only road is loyal

#446. unfolding the map

December 9, 2010

bound
by choice
and happy
for the ties
that hold us
so comfortably
to the worn path
oblivion becomes sure

desiring the rough road 
banging on deep pot holes
feeling the high hard bumps
of awareness enter the Endless

#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#379. pontillism

September 8, 2010

positioned
at the head
meaning binds
crown to creation
flame to fire another
year an arbitrary point
an infinite number on any line

#378. eventually canaan

September 7, 2010

in the land
of oil and money
only the road
remains constant
and everyone
is a ghost in transit
across time
space becomes less
expensive
and more valuable

#92. A Propensity

November 25, 2009

A Propensity

It’s been no time and all time.
But,
a frail ink tears out of my pen
to rain this page
with the sere memory of you
(Swan)
and knowing that our days passed by
as the quick game of pool we’ve played
over a beer and a shot of Jack;
I’ll see you on the dust-kicked road
to Greece and a hermitage that you
would share with me.
But,
Rather than lose the wars,
they settled on the spoils of boredom.
But,
Rather than lose faith,
they twisted your spine
into a hangman’s knot to die
(and die)
in the corner by your restless jacket.
But,
It’s been no time and all time.

#61. Instant

October 25, 2009

From casually aware
to intensely aroused
in the time it takes
to drive the midnight daring
dark back roads of Reno.
Love is tossed in my heart
as if it were
a leaf
caught by the wake
of a speeding pick-up
truck.

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