mean beam bottom ***** without reluctance.
\ air above \
since forever baby boy: since forever liquid sparkler.

he has sense
& peanut butter jelly geography to his page.
his romance is of the west.
his eyes are of dandelions kicked & to the wind.
he moves like ancient turtle migration.
reaches feet to sidewalk \ sand to depths \ ride \

night:
velcro-tightened mind withstanding.
party lights, ***** willows, retro punch, he
is orpheus descending: with all the elements positioned just so.
\ jellyfish electric \  
he says he likes the loneliness.
he says it’s the water.

& so he moves \ wills himself into the next measure.
liquid resolute bits.
so move \ orca \
curl of eye \ so ride \ black rollo wave \
basilica \ & \
coral reaches below \\\

he likes to tell it, with warmed exaggeration.
slow-motion buffalo stampede. ride the railroads free & easy.
orange glowing bars of elsewhere. oscillating seal calls.
oily portland hipsters howling on the beach. those
juno cheeked rosy-red lips.
somewhere, sister getting married.
spring, summer, fall, winter, spring.
africa ******* a branch of a tree of a forest, overlooking elephant burial grounds.
color & white material:
plantations, gas stations, diners, & sharks.

this is the morning lunar \
sweet blue beach of the old & awakening.
he crawls out & into her breaks.
her deep heights & bombora reef. the serotonin
functions twice, exposed between thin tissues of warm-blooded neurochemistry.
human, shown.
he is as a raw page, blank, yet
dipped \
\ so ride \ bulbous waves of air mother agua \
ride \ &
\ ride \ &
brew by light these occurrences forever.

distorted slop fed through a Marshall stack
attacking power cords with abhorrent abandon
random lyrics of pain based guilt
quilted the patchwork of ******* jocks
and played out arena rock
Kool-Aid dye job and slobbish hand-me-downs
earth tones, greens and browns
and drowning in the Northwest rain
insane solos played eating Rollo’s enslaved
to paved roads and dope fiend modes
Kurt’s hurt and flannel shirt
lifted the dirt off my heart
and set me apart from the sheep faced
high school mistakes
faking tans to look
totally Spring Break
holding onto hate and plating
fate next to kale chips and goose pate’
fame gorged but a porridge boy
knows no joy under the employ
of capitalism……
answer in hand the shot rang
and one million tear-eyed teens
sang
sad songs of pain and lament
replaying images
of a ****** prophet, heaven sent –

under this gray forgotten sky
I look to the ground and take flight

I reply to a distant call
of a deserved lonesome exodus

minimum quantum spaces
freedom in the first moments
voices and lights in the lips of a child
that takes life and peace from the breast of the world

under this gray forgotten sky
I look to the ground and take flight

I turn back I'm alone
but I do not fear this solo drum
and absorbed in my infinite intimacy
I migrate to the wild
sanctuary that will save my soul
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sotto questo cielo grigio dimenticato
guardo a terra e prendo il volo

ad una chiamata remota rispondo
di un meritato esodo solitario

minimi spazi quantici
libertà dei primi momenti
voci e luci nelle labbra di un bambino
che prende vita e pace dal seno del mondo

sotto questo cielo grigio dimenticato
fisso la terra e prendo il volo

guardo indietro sono solo
ma non temo questo rullo di tamburo

  ed assorto nella mia infinita intimità
migro verso il selvatico
santuario che salverà la mia anima
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bajo este olvidado cielo gris
miro el suelo e inicio el vuelo

respondo una llamada lejana
de un merecido éxodo solitario

mínimos espacios cuánticos
  libertad de los primeros momentos
voces y luces en los labios de un niño
eso agarra la vida y la paz del seno del mundo

bajo este olvidado cielo gris
miro la tierra e inicio el vuelo

me doy vuelta, estoy solo
pero no temo este rollo
  de tambor

   y absorto en mi infinita intimidad
migro a la naturaleza
santuario que mi alma salvará
...

sous ce ciel gris oublié
Je regarde le sol et commence le vol

Je réponds à un appel distant
d'un exode solitaire bien mérité

espaces quantiques minimaux
   la liberté des premiers instants
voix et lumières sur les lèvres d'un enfant
qui saisit la vie et la paix du sein du monde

sous ce ciel gris oublié
Je regarde la terre et je commence le vol

Je me retourne, je suis seul
mais je ne crains pas ce rouleau
   tambour

    et absorbé dans mon intimité infinie
Je migre vers la nature
sanctuaire que sauvera mon âme