Flossy Lines

We draw our way through journeys, lifetimes
Productions of places and things with insides that
Indulge, breathe and become lost---
Cloud’s rafting, swimming, changing, going to
Places built from bone
Restless and blind we stir, in some limp hope
Beginning long before we met, from the first
Long drop into someone else’s life, at birth


Matrimony: to the horizon, smaller glimpses
Running deeper into simple things---
Tornadoes of sand spinning, stinging
Blooming into dark purple moons that ring
Under the eyes, blood and shrill voices that drag you
Through halls with their ghosts


Shortly we’ll be engulfed by more nonsense
Night wings that tickle and prance
Beyond the wreckage


Time fluttering home on threads of light
down, down... into curtains of the deep

Once

Here and There:
Time would surly snap
as it split in two, in the slide
down death's blade--
in the curling of a dried stem
as though scissors met a ribbon
whenever we're torn apart

Various emotion still assembles
with the change of weather,
puddling outside the balcony doors
as the window pulls in
more cold air, whenever your gone

Candle lighting, a dangerous game
as wax drips down the edge
of empty wine bottle and
onto the table---

Your shoes sit in a far corner
chewing their own leather
that moment of loss
that presents itself as echoes
stacked on echoes, when home
feels as bare as a
warehouse floor---

And you may never return
to a place that has flowers

On wet leaves

 We went together, smooth and directly
As fine as the fittings between feathers
As she adored us
In the open mouthed softness of her breast
While we ‘became’ reflections of her sun
Goldenrod globes on peppered layers
Leaning on top of the dark
Something microscopic
Flooding the blood around our
Shimmering creamed trunks


To die there, was life everlasting
Eden in its forbidden magic, between hands
And the blooming pedals of thorns and
Her held rose. Depending on her
An uncharted depth, as vast as waves
Through a sweetly salted ocean, the days
And afternoons of waiting in limp heat
Sections of cool citrus, or
A halved corpse, shaped perfectly
Above the opposite side of myself

Knowing something’s more…

The world tries hard
To crumble my bones, but never
Hard enough:

Today I stood at the window
Still as stone, watching

The sun sink into the ground
For more then an hour, I

Let my eyes adjust to the fading
Purple light, to the tortured sky

Till the tentacle that anchors
Everything became visible, just

Beyond the soft curve
Of the horizon, as it detached

And settled back down, into the
Shapeliness of its the womanly arch

And you know what you want
You want to be carried away from

Your fruitless labor, somewhere else
Birth to crows and vapor, a husk

As your former self falls dead on
The floor, all flattery failed,

All history erased,  more and more, then

The end of the print

Underworlds

The castle loomed through another persons dream 
A shadow that hid behind the lashes of tight lids, where their vague swelling walls


Recalled moments that twisted oceans so droplets began
Walking on skin, essence


Of all things that seemed to crawl up out of thin air
Birthed as though mother from child, seeding out of wet green wings


You were trapped and screaming, your voice lost with the path
Upwind on twitching legs that God himself reached towards to pull


From sticky paper, to keep going, architecture of thick folding quilts
Hinged on the peeling skins of blazing bruised fruit


Clay balls in a swinging planetary orbit


Life and earth that dangled from a ceiling fan on string, everything inside
Ears that ticked on a small dainty rose cord 

Domino Blocks

((Detroit Welcomes You))



Sunlight fades at a bent angle and winds
down the slope to where the neighborhood
holds at the chapels garden axle, then
everything crumbles, just outside the gate
traveling in a slow spread of devastation
a snaking vapor of liver rot, odors that
never wash off, like what
swells in the room with a live corpse 


And the nightmare ran, in a horizontal vision
mixing with gun shot echoes, panic
of a caged bird, flapping against its own bars
and a heart that thumped, hard
behind little blue lungs
blood between pin feathers, curls of heat
whistling between Gods
fisted  palm


A strangle hold
of a wooden puzzle you can’t put down
numb energy to twist 
down crooked table legs, tangled amongst
gutter twigs, greenish white rope
at the end of each last breath 

Paper

Forever, they've been here

These strange rectangles, sponges that float

On the sea's abundance

Only it's a desk, sucking up the floors spillage

Filling the space with their scrawled hope

What else could I do except write on them

Thousands of hearts, that implode with

Free wishes, glistening black feathers

That parade around these long white halls

They are funny pink mats, that twist to

Silver, molten metal that have been everywhere

So, they crack and release steam

Thin air---

Barely trembling, getting away from me

A road, a long silk ribbon, flowers

That delight as they crumple

These stupid moons, that run me amuck, they

Love like fish lips, turn fancy, fluttering blue tails

Kisses, safe

Behind globes of flat glass, sharp corners

That go crazy, they'll be the death of you, under

A live licking match, tiny shrunken bellies

On long twitching stalks