Infinite Wave

Start with nothing

Object of existence

Place of unthinking

Pure sound of release

Fragments placed carefully

Create a collage of memory

Break the mirror

Rearrange the pieces

Glue them to a wall

Peace of mind

Doesn't last forever

Play the record

Until the grooves 

Are worn out

I hear nothing 

When I sleep

There is no danger

Only possibility

Sentences can't convey

All the thoughts

I wish to release

Words are insufficient

But they will do

Open up the part 

Of yourself living in fear

Let the beast go

If there is a God

She lives as wind

Flowing through 

The universe

An endless wave

All can feel

Feeding A Starving Beast

It's a long walk to get back home

I'll make it 

even without you

This is what midnight 

sounds like after 

the apocalypse.

Tear a whole into the sky

and let the tears

rain down

                   from heaven

A Season of Revolution

Fallow

I don't need to get drunk but
I do want a drink.

I'm alone and thinking about
what you said to me.

You were you and joked
about it as best you could.

We laughed nervously
as though giving permission

to be ourselves in that moment.
I don't need to spell out

the explicit moment to anyone.
We know and that is enough.

I feel as though I am mourning
with you. I think about

how I loved you and
how I love you still.

I can't help but feel heartache
in a place I rarely let be wounded.

It is
and now all I can do

is this. Alone-
thinking of you

in the darkness of midnight
with a drink,

trying to numb that ache.
I can't, I can't, I can't

know the contents of your heart
but I feel an invisible ache

like a seed that never took,
like a land left fallow.

Carried

Sapling pulled from soft soil

           Roots exposed



Trembling
                   the evening breeze



Together

                 we ask why


I say something

You laugh nervously


We walk away

with a new memory to carry

Intimate Sea

Sleep less

You forgave me
I never forgave myself
Fiction writes itself over forgotten truths
Creates the illusion of reality
The baby is crying
You ask me to
come over
I walk from my chair to you
My steps are measured and uneven
Night will not pass and
I cannot sleep
Eventually the cries lessen
The calmness of the dark
bores into me
The ceiling fixes it's gaze
on my open eyes
until tears burst over
the edges of my eyelids

Threading Halves

Damp hands and stuttered words

that barely leave my mouth

much less

reach your ears


What season am I living in

to be so lost


They say it is winter


I watch pregnant grey clouds

and wonder when they will give birth

The Image
& The Word

Magic & Ritual 

Did you hear
God moved out of Heaven
Left the keys to St. Peter
Ol' Lou came to visit
But couldn't stay too long
Going back home
Going south
Going to where he belongs

Jesus Outside the Liquor Store

I am not opposed to shaving my beard
or cutting my hair
based on any religious considerations
It's more a matter of personal preference

Threads of whiteish gray striations are invading
and I have no way to defend against them
I am content to let them colonize
a territory that will fall to them
regardless of any defensive tactics

On a recent faceless night
I was at the liquor by house and
as I was walking in two young men
walked past me very much looking like stoners

One said to me "What's up, Jesus?"
I stopped, raised my right hand
and said "Blessings, my Son"
We walked away from one another
Into an evening of blurred memories

Tall Oceans

Even the morning feels old. 

Brief Moments of Immortality

There was the time Bear listened to Olive sing
in her living room. Bear was enamored
with her singing as he always was.
Olive was performing that night
to celebrate her new album.
Bear was driving her
and they brought a bottle of whiskey
and a bottle of tequila to share.
Walls intimate with art,
a bare floor with a chair for her.
She sang and sang
and sang, until there were no words left,
until there was relief and joy,
until the bottles were empty
and the night could barely
hold itself back from morning.

We aren't alone in this place

No matter

What signs to the contrary

there may be

Is not all love true?

I the Wind

I am the Wind
and I will not be contained.

I roam all terrains
and touch the souls

kept guarded
from this world.

I am the Wind
and I love you.

I am the Wind
and whenever we meet

We become one
in this

The only life we have.