a moon only

goes blue...

when she

drowns in

the ocean.

trying to

conceal her

tides.

that keep

flowing to

him.

him, him...

lest thrice

forgotten.

be thrice

remembered.

as candles

make the altar,

a day's observance

flickers a

foreknowledge

of night.

the way its

outstandingly

bright breadth

seems to blink.

unable to adjust,

to what cannot be

promised to be

sustained.

i watched the

aerial grabs of

seagulls at sunset.

they were so on

about something.

their bellies flamed

an original orange.

i kept muttering to

them, Hail Mary to

eyes having a word.

they were so well fed--

by something other

than food.

networking cities of G*d...

above this "big" one.

yesterday i came

upon a chained up

dog wearing a muzzle.

the dog stood there,

and kept trying to bite

its muzzle.

a poet eating his heart

out came to mind.

a glassy ring

of water surrounds

the stem of a red

lotus flower.

delicately luminous.

shifting her circumference

with a gentle breeze.

while remaining rooted

to a muddy bed.

coloring her lake's lifeblood.

the sound

of a dripping

faucet in a

clogged sink.

silvery beads

shaking from wispy

branches outside.

zen overdub.

the legs

of horses kick at

the ground.

cutting wind's definition...

one on, thunderstruck.

driving into the awesome

arms of distance...

horizon lines drawn,

and redrawn.

they're going to to run

themselves to death.

they never look at one

another...their periphery's

a raging hide.

walling off what will not

come to rest.

the senses.