slang world

It’s a slang world,
Replicated, duplicated, concentrated, reconstituted,
So they wish upon their stars,

It’s a back drop world,
Flip flop, dreams and waking,
Just hazy travels, salty treasures,
Micro blip once a river,

Up and gone world
Of the quick and the dead,
Of magnetic shifts,
mind and mirror world,
can’t slow the holding,
Seeds fall back into the cup on their own

It’s a scratch and sniff world,
kiss and tell,
only mercy at the well
if you hear the bell toll,

night heat

Night Heat,
Arises in every street, in every private screening,
In cricket wings,
The return of spring,
Eternal rebirth,

Night heat,
You bring to me,
The vastness of rhythm,
The unity of beat,
The stillness of between,
Touched and freed,
Space echoing of release,
Mastery of defeat,

Night heat,
Beyond certainty,
You are my essence,
I am your embodiment,
We live in unity,
The end of understanding,
Already achieved equality,
Long before images and reason,
Philosophy, faith, belief, and meaning,

Night heat,
My dream body,
Adrift until I awaken,
Drop by drop not a single miss,
All I require forgotten,
A new technology of taken in,
All I need retired,
Teetering on the edge of the starfields,

Night heat,
Shadow seer,
Inner chamber revealer,
Another door in my reflection,
Hand in hand,
Take my hair down to the local Laundromat……

just like any other memory

Just like any other memory,
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betweened, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other mindstream
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other feeling,
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory,
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other seamless stance,
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thumb up, trump and tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak seek tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other sensory relay,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other common place.

apricot jubilee

Apricot jubilee, fairies of debris, secret chanting rhyming sanctuary. My prayer circle is a satellite that turns with my sister. I’ve been waiting for thee, now I give up my hopes rhythmically, in the crosses of my camel’s heels and humps, I release cells of celluloid into a fountain.
I release calls without retreat.
I enter the darkness in the end.
I release dust into the void.
I call in the name no one can hear, in the sound of shattered voices, in the ground shaping paces, in the face of a vision.
I have one drop of crystal water on my lotus brow, between all my scattered opal eyes, staring they keep the wax picture of winter’s community half-full at midnight, a whispered dance in the curtains nurturing the east.
I am carbon ash, wherever I light the flame it is the same light and gentle tone, the jet stream’s lazy hand, satin changes and steel contracts.
I am empty in my laughter.
She acts afraid washing my apron and chain, I feel safe with all my scars, with my lesions and tattoos, laughing along in the lilac parade, looking for the catalog of extinct flying birds available for consumption at any time.
Mazes of the stances of a soldier’s last day and the breath of an undersea glider, love’s first potion at dawn, diving over the edge and glimpses of freedom’s silhouette
fade to orderly homecoming forgotten equanimity.
Equal belief, equal belent
All glimpses begin as dreams, all movements begin as steam.
Straight jackets and silken robes.
The seed’s dreaming heart, always reborn solitarily in itself, delivered up by dendritic hooves, lacing baskets and drawing bows,
tiny packages talking tiny whispers,
islands underneath the skin,
islands without time,
islands rolling through blinking rippled cathode moon hourglasses,
winnowing shadows, sunburn marrow, finds hunger’s next sigh,
leaving crafty values around language, around smiles,
to keep unburying, electric entanglement washes riddles with oil.
tremors never wasted on feelings, nostrils’ precious home,
trachea crucifixion before fresh ripped blanket ecology,
string blooming recollection juices anticipation,
just inside elongated empty eye regret circuits around the shade,
with a song and a rhythm with a name of its own,
with a place to land, a place to be born,
a place of waxing and waning and wanting,
a place dreaming of a way to get to you,
a place that is dream to make you his own,
a haunted vision of shipwrecks out on the desert.
all the stars dreaming into each other,
spiral soft shell honk and a knife edged eye spilling spider webs,
berry lips and slip jaws hot arachnid footprints in delicious
scorched wheels flying continental drifts, heat wave weaves
sympathetic traces in new skin turn flawless looking spinning
around blue breeze train, consecrated bony fire scratches
precious history rings, gifts spinning in the radiant sea,
glints stabbing through kinesthetic dreams, weaving wet hanging
heavy heaving fading falling free breath filament throwbacks, wetbacks, immigrants of the noosphere, walking Aphrodite in the dust of conformity, tears teeth tongues worn weak in the moon silver heartbreak trance doorway over the green growing grasshopper catalyst crossover correction ocean, flower-bird circle flies toward another eye lens inverse equation, watching whirlwinds without words, adrift on a sail turning the page bellowing without resistance, shine and shadow to force and inertia, every moment is a solstice and apocalypse of desert wombs bell tree
sliding lotus, island brightness, my hands turn, lily reaching, orchid dancing, lilac distance,

the witness

The witness dreams, The witness drowns,
But can’t get to the core, wont give up the golden glow of holding,
Love of the out skirts but forgot the direction there,

The witness drowns alone,
Can’t keep his hands clean,
Never in quiet company,
His jump start deciphering,
Is a little in between,
Can’t get even,

The witness drowns untouched,
Behind the desert storm,
Gifted with the overload,
Sustained by the north pole,
A question to behold,
The containers fade over heard,

The witness dreams tied up in contrails,
Believes his paint by number schemes,
The sun and sunset never return,
And the middle of the night becomes freedom

The witness dreams cleaning the timepiece,
Lost in creamy resistance,
Wishes for formlessness,
And to discern the end of reminiscence,

The witness dissipates,
Half and half twice as fast for free,
Twice as much in the forgotten winter spree,