Daily Archives: September 1, 2018

THE LONG SEASON OF GOD’S GRACE

Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;

The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer’s glow
a fall in grace!

there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!

:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::


JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING

l o v e. elephants too.

. ants. /\ R doing all that

couldn’t be done. Smiles Making

All that’s unmade and her SHE’s

best with peanut’s butter so LOVE

show me EASY not a thing so undone

save all who cannot be saved

hug the porcupine and the insane

and in the end it’s the moon or maybe

even Mars — where they inhale

Laughter and breath out NASA emblems

while teaching rovers to catch a star //

love love love ALL ||

:: 09-01-2018 ::


ANDRE BRETON is VERY DEAD BUT NOT SURREALISM

THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.

:: 08-30-2018 ::