blaze born

A stained muse with a mardi gras tooth,
Never looked a day over seventy two,
A leopard skin print, and a zebra tattoo,
All my shackles were used up, so she gave me something new,
A pair of pixies each missing a shoe,

I took it home and tried them on my canoe
I guess it fit cause here I am talking to you.

Shark skin saddle and a long horse with a thousand eyes,
She gives me updates on a flying top hat,
Kick back quibby cotton resistors I just can’t shake,
All round recipes for my mountain carousel,

Two tiny kites in my rear view
I adapt to their circus, weave, write,
Tiny mouths talk to me,
Take me to the unseen horizon,


Pick me up combinations
Peculiar receptors,

A flair in the wind and we float the stain,
The mini contour stations

Reeds blowing in the sand
Power of sound grows like dissipating clouds,
Mesmerizing and mysterious,
Like being drowned in revelation,

Breath born of long awaited raindrops,
Droplets merge and are the maze of connectivity
Part falling part forming,
But the sky is clear,
Perhaps it is just the clockwork of the rose petals falling to the floor
Part radar signal part spark in the dark
Melting the shadows in the whirlpool
Part click part catch
The hatching is all around me,
And I am turning inside out,
I turned into a rainbow berry
A double cherry in a bubble parry,

New born pearl of path and somewhere the light grows stronger,
Concentrated in leaves
Bi-located in birds,
Venerated by the atmosphere
To run and never be known,
Defiled by the time of year
They spoke me into a form
Found me in a corner
One day before I fade
Just the mechanism of reverse association,
They dreamed me out of a song,
Turning of the deaf,
Measure what some say is undercover,

Big light, big shadow,
And who knows who,
Looking for clothes,
Can’t find the right size,
Which way is the tide?
Million dollar engines,
Eyes in the mist,
Cleaning the handicap zone,

So many ways past the drop off point,
One beat out of the breaking constitution,
First breath cracking the weather vane,
First step on the waning moon,
Spoon fed and wonderment,

A fire on the beach of my understanding,
I thought I’d always have a place in the sand,
Forever scratch little passages of my touch,
But a little rain came and I lost my way,
Found my self in the middle of the desert,

First breath in fierceness,
Dance of winds and windows leaning on each others capacity for integrity,
Test the blending and porous-ness
Minding and unminding
Flew the free fizz,
Just a blitz for the connection of the freeze fin,
Capitol the weakness,
A dozen new opportunities in every blinking twist of the tunnel,

Baby born in a clean ceiling,
quartz earrings and sizzling eyes,
Licking the everglades one finger a time,

Baby clean on a late night screen,
Magnetized solar lens,
Discovers the lost twist,
Glints in the softness,
Rain fall in breathing petals,
Leaves call out the name of reception,



Blue sky all around,
I keep losing ground,
Did I ever touch the sound?
I talk to the movie,
Find some clues

I see in terms of contexts and achievements,
Cause I wonder if I got through,

If I leave the records and walls and stones alone,

Baby bliss was just an excuse for these bones.
To take another look down below,
Deeper into the slow burn,
Because not all wounds are visible,
A fringe for identity,

Waving through the flora,
I find the goddess in her garden,
Nothing to lose any more,
I take it talking funny,