I should think you have ivory boats for eyes
afloat in the bountiful, and flawless in the lawless waves
of all creation. and I very much do.
i assume you have stars to command and meadowlarks to scold
for pinching ribbons... and i never take my eyes from
your visage… for fear of losing track
of your impractical perfection.
enslaved to the sun.

[ but blue my mind,]

even as i ponder thee in seraphic splendor
i succumb to the piccolos of gloom
and fresh linen mockery of dank dreams.
I amuse a myriad of wraiths
and spawn horrors that dim into pocket lint
and late fees. I breathe in the dark green kiss
of old butterflies.

and never comb my hair without forgetting to.

All the Dungeness Day our barnacles cling to the hull of a coconut -
with none the wiser. i often worry this spot of bother with penetrating thought
them come about Starboard of True North
with my southerly winds swirling in a giant tub
on a porch… where Once, God Sat -
And Tossed Stars.

The feral corona of my precious sunspot; sings from the heart
of a collapsing star… without moons or harmony.
Only the perfect sound of a  Lost Hope
building a fire to defy it. A fire so cold it yearns to conflagrate
like an imperial furnace of wishful thinking…
A life, become an Om -
Like an Omen,

{ a bluebird choking on a song }

And winking.

" we are not well, " said the silent thing... as I was too much love in a small space... condemned to mold spores
and bundles of grieving. Having kept my leaving -
to my Self-Escape... and my geometry
on flat enough planes.
But Alas... here i come with all the energy
of dampening peaks. Hurling Valleys.
clawing at your faceless
face...
Summoning the rude glyph of my industrial surrender
to my Human weakness
masquerading as a Party
of One.

there's always a nerve
you cannot polish for a Joy
or a hell that
has epiphanies
to elude
but not
escape.

And as for you...
Only You -

For
Me.

what are you doing now?
I ask because i care.
are you under the bus
and happy there?
or are you just about to
be someone?
and have you thought
about Nothing till it hurt?

i only ask because I’m curious.
the way we dare is the way we live!
we are not precise but we endure
the curvature of Truth
when we seek it…
we have no rings for Saturn
that have no hands
to pray with.

Life is “ I will wait. “
it has no key to Time
buteverydoorofit.
i cannot lunge so much
as i may linger.
i am only loving the world
as much as Myself.

and I can’t behave.

so death is not
a Yes.

and Life is all that's left -
to get right.

to be a person is to be a mask
and to Love is what you actually are.
i know that now.
i recognize your methods as my own
and smoke the skills of expression
as a stone may do.
i surrender to the practice
of love without artifice.
i come down from what pleasure may be mine
to lie to myself. i covet no sun
but savor the rays
of my disobedience, and intensely enjoy
the howling of my penumbra
like all puppies
love a gently.

How i fall in love now, takes no skill.
you merely must be willing.
it’s like coming from nowhere
with a Postcard

from everywhere.