(Cave Dweller)

Digging into a stack of
memories waist-high,
drug by an under current of
tall tales and legends.
A starry sky three floors up,
doors locked, patience is wrought with
wicked-mimicing mysteries.
Ministries seem misplaced as we
hang the sheets in the wind.
Swing,
Low,
Sweet chariot race into the plains to
avoid bump and burise.
run from born and
fear the fall onto the
face-forward functions of
an anonymous algorithm of rhetoric.
practice what you preach,
perfecting speech,
pronounced predictions sighing it
a loud, self-fulfilling breath
leading into a
vacant prophecy.

(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.

Waiting // Line

Waiting line wash out weakens willingness to withstand an abbreviated wisdom. Shy particles of sound fall from your lips like snowflakes each perfect and unparalleled. But they fall with such weight and evaporate in our heat instantly, leaving me three seasons hence in significant silence.


Do leaves not fall as such leaving underfoot a symphony of percussive perfection, or the soft swoosh of the seeds that dance and twirl in the air? Oh! That you were able to perennially perform for me the delicacies of acknowledgable adulation instead of the absence administered.

Wrestling to clear myself of sticky cobweb austerity and surface to squirm in my stance so sequestered. Shine solemnity within my swept up memory and release me from propriety. Dance foresight, lead me to leap from ledges, at risk of the fabled fall.