Wind // Energy

High // Dry

Ninety // Five

Economical engineering stalks the skyline leaving a rickety tick symphony to sing with the birds. Tender timber tags along, awkwardly standing at constant attention. All eyes fixed in the grey-blue nimbus oblivion outside the edge of our motor coach aquarium ache with anticipation of the falling sun. Elbow Room beside Bel-Air, Track & Turf tempt road-sick rebels to feast as foreign fodder for housewives' floggers. City-hopping, hustlin' the road for time and protection to ensure immediately delivery. Skyline's signals flicker in a tonality texturizing the atmosphere, alluding to cooresponding intersections in a two-dimensional grid. Molehills seem like mountains backed up against the ticky-tacky shacks for their Things. Momma peaks beneath the drifts, relishing a little r&r from the blithering masses and the itch of them against her skin. Empty loading docks birth useless rigs, cranes hoist hopes which have become heavier than the emptied consumeristic cargo. Cephalopodic arms stretching thin, grasping green hills and chasing dreams across the sloping horizon, binge on beliefs and birthday cake- starving cities and suffocating synergistic symbiosis. Skylight warms her hands in sunset's wash and prepares the giants to ride the night sky, all a-twinkle to transpose danger to high-flying trapeze artists. Landing-launch pad for escapists to entertain epiphanous calls to eloquent epistles; coffins for the disease of want stack side-by-the-hundreds-side.

(Mountain Song)

Dazed dozing eyes wide open
Free fall foliage
Iron giants stride and stretch their
Life lines under the
cool breath of god.
Listening to the notes, searching for
Synapse fire. Something
Recognizable or relate-able .... or
Responsive
Carefully bursting the bubbles of
Captured concern
Disassembling during delicate dissection
Rummage through rumor and ruin.
Stagnation supplements stoical solution.

( Sit. Stay. Go. )

*

Systematic reclamation of the

Pieces of me that you left for the dogs.

Shuffle scuffle and relay race.

Let's all chase our tails, sit and stay.

  **

A Rustle of leaves kisses our faces as we run rampant thru Hill and Dale spilling our pails over far yonder ya-yas. Sunlight steaks in out hair giving golden glow, a forbidden familiar force. She is a star that we chase in vain, always sinking below the linear finale. Lost to wander amongst the lesser-knowns and our dear aloof sultana. Scruples and seances supplement the distance, leaves all wanton and wretched in the place of a solid sentient.

 ***

Slip away silently sweet gypsy; they call you back amongst the vagabonds. Climatic catalysm orchestrated by unbounding charm- break the bonds of belonging and escape the tree. 

Closer to the sky but farther is the fall.

(Jump.)

Little indiscretions echo
across the valleys

that separate our points of view.

The proof is in the pudding

and the milk has been left out far too long
.

Wings spread wide with a run and a jump to

soar

yet stumbling blocks trip and tear, thrashing me to the surface just shy of spectacular segue to solid ground.


Forte found in fornicated praise.
The search for everything begins and ends in the middle of nowhere, stark sterile no-mans land devoid of identity.