angels kissing flowers
i am refusing dreams
so i’m being pulled along
a thousand miles of love
i’m so drowning inside
my mind: making strange
slowly blinking faces
till i find a bed for my
head///i hear a trumpet
like a war machine
and i am so warm
feeling so silly
forgiving enemies who
i play with in that sun
of God who is A Big NIGHT
in the sky called LOVE
MACHINE such a warm machine
and every army bends a knee
to this machine — i forgive
me and you say now i feel
alright making smiles
that the world and skies paint
into beautiful love
and now i wish to catch the
angels who kiss the flowers
they’re me! A love
machine! Such a warm machine!
machine…machine! so playful

:: 09172015 ::

truly to beautifully
our minds tenderly
comprehend green gardens
awakened //asleep–ing\\
in bitter denial like
this hand who holds
a torn beating heart
along the treacherous
vapor lights of main street
i awoke again in a fit
outside my self touched
your lips and if we touch
all the ones we love
like this most early
single tear/tongue
tugs //when i touch your
lips and what we do to
the people we love makes
(through pale miles a spectacle
perishing air) we love
and hurt the people we love
(when i am outside myself)

:: 09172015 ::

WELCOME to this insane asylum where
all people live and do not fret!
It does not ever
matter if you want it or not;
we’re all mad here as you…
as me — YOU’RE MAD!

Well, i believe in me
and life can change
‘and go on till you come
to the end: then stop’

And you ran as fast as a rabbit
feet in brier dreams JUST TO
STAY IN PLACE
OH MY, my little me i’ll
never be the same; the more i
change i’ll never be myself
and the night laughs dripping
dew moaning: i wonder if she’s
been changed in the night
and the small invisible
things who rule the world
speak: if you wish to live
you must dream life and run
twice as fast and never be
someone else’s dream
SO I BELIEVE! REVOLUTION
to believe i am not a chance
tonight…tonight
somehow i dream

:: 09172015 ::

Forgive me –i saw you
since the sun broke mid-
day /before the light
made shadows which i am
one now unforgivably.
Unscientifically, just
purely loving, i see you:
self-poised soul as though
you are a butterfly!
Perched upon many thoughts and i say
you are upon that yellow flower
and how motionless within
the cafe //it may as well be
a plot of orchard-ground
whose trees are cousins to pain
and sister-flowers; i do not
know you but forever knew you
lodged within a familiar sanctuary!
And after Winter melts we have
many things to share
with sunshine and song

:: 09172015 ::

tonight, tonight with my finger
i touch the evening skies
pressing gently bursting color
and paint my life mixing night
with stars fixing hearts
so tonight, tonight with my soul
i touch the gentle love
pressing gently upon her mind
expressing gently bursting colors
across the skies what words can
never say tonight, tonight
with my love

:: 09-17-2015 ::