Poetry

I could find my way
home
from any where
but,
it’s the first step
that keeps me thinking
that someone is going to swoop down
and
say that it’s that-a-way
but,
that only happens in someone else's movie,
which way did he go? …and , so
here
I stay
stepped out of my mind,
I could
Find my way
Home
From any where,
I
went that –a-way.
 
 
Whistling
dark and distant
so low,
the moon etches the night…
remembering what‘s been whispered,
As a raindrop mirroring a light going out
splashes in my eyes
and slides down my face…
 
 
The day
dream
steams in beached
thoughts,
this particular summers
after
noon times pictures
of another
warm July…
 

I am a balloon
with only the room
in circling me,
I can rise or
I can fall
in this lightly full ball
of  my separation
thinly stretched
around
all I know… only something sharp can free me.
 

Light
Wine,
Like
To taste
Life out of the shadows
of  delusions
Just in time,
that perfect day
light
wine….
 
 
 
 
The fetal
night,
that before shadows
me
again in my position,
breached,
stretching across these beds
of fear,
arming myself
closely, and
tightly into balls
of pain,
unraveling into sight
-ed morning-
s
that are  unbending
on birth…
 
 
 
 
 
Call him crazy
no  matter what’s said
definite
-ly a deformation,
he drove his mind
into the limits,
he played the game
insane…
life for a wife
he whored,
the death of love
his own..
yes
better call him
crazy…
 
 
Spake,
surely you heard it,
only you could have…
it’s the first
night
behind the summer
loving place
coming to the end of first,
wailing them
distantly away…
 
 
Two,
to
you,
you
mirror me
you’ve come too,
we two again, yes
you’re to
two,
too dark …
 
 
The storm
is in the distance-
-ent glances
that clamors and
looks away while flashing me
and blowing us  into swirling leaving
yet still feeling
an excited roaring
in the visual lighting
over horizons of only if
these distances could strike
in the clouds of doubt
and pour down a storm of  revision …
 
 
Stale the stare,
oh Love
for a breeze
a sigh, a deep breather
any air
to fill to sailing
these eyes
for change…
 
 
Ghosts
of caresses and rebukes
play shrillingly sweet
upon misty flutes
of restless doubts
folded delicately in-to-day
‘s forever moments,
living notes of drama
no plays
all these dancers
passed away…
 
 
A killer
lizard
dwells in my heart
and slithers from dark chamber to dark chamber…
Soft are its tangled motions
cool are its reptile  stoppings
as it darts over red clotted stones
with a dark eye upon my life--
on it creeps into my veins,
I try to sever its head at my wrist…
The effort makes me faint, and now coiled about in pools were I lay
deeply –graven,
Its left me for dead….
 
 
tieme back
life,
dope
me under
reality,
laugh
me crying
dreams
because I am
easily moved…
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