inside outside

This spinning heart, Measuring the weight in my chest, By my mothers warnings I spun in top secret galaxies, waiting for the day I would touch each star with my orbit, A turn of elderberry, Dust to sand to form, To water born, Measuring the tide from the ocean floor, The pounding in my head, I measure with earphones wired to the morning star, And take the clipped to stowaway with places I burn, To wait for the release of a fury from the shore, Measuring the journey by a thousand endings that are never close enough to my heart, Measuring the darkness by thin tiny steps, frayed divisions, and the edges of clouds under the moon, These timely bones, Bear the densities of a thousand re-entries into fear, Measuring this birth with a thousand deaths, Measuring these eyes with the thousand rings around an emptiness, The finest threads to know the exact moment of the sunset, When the shadow of the earth begins to rise, Extract the finest shavings of transparent despair, So that the first twilight stars can show through them, In beautiful constellations, These lips measuring the rain, By the taste of their salty curtains extinction, Attempt to soften the pain of the course betrayal by gravities angel, These hands are the hands of ghosts, Measuring loneliness by their longing for snowflakes to melt,

i think she heard me

The river swung wide tonight, Fruit fell silently through the garden, Early for the evening, Early for the season, Early for my years, So I just leave the fruit on the ground, And blow a kiss to those who have gone, The clouds grow out of the darkening sky, And seem larger than their opaque beginnings, Windows in the night, Little aquariums she left by my bedside, Sitting in a cross wind between things I will never outgrow, Call it by various names, But it transcends my humanity, And through it I find the only dignity, Humility, Returning to stillness, To see in the way of the ancients, Doorways of dripping pearlescent sulphur tinged floating sapphire tears, reveal a series of satellites leading to the formation of a prayer circle in my hands, The colors clings to me, I am a landscape without directions, Commonality of all surfaces, skins, Thin delicate folds, forwarnings, worn threads, thoroughfares, The familiarity of risk, if footsteps in emptiness could be mine, My ending, My discovery of everything I believe, My intention, Turning the tide of conditioned reality, Golden whispers fathom the stillness, Perfectly unfulfilled, A world that is no world,

one step with this

Under the rainbow, Open to starlight, Under the sail of knowing, Unfolding space time, Slowing the motion, Of particles in free flight, The continuum of colors, Dancing in the moonlight, Subtlety of free form In the presence of insight, Soaking the boundaries, Knowing the barriers, To disclose the counting of layers, One by one, Owning the fears, Thinning the sensations of closure, Completing the picture, the landscapes of a homeland, I’ve never been to, Climbing the steps, Acceptance to, Forgiveness to, Gratitude to, Simplicity to, Freedom, The heart knows this progress, The joyous progression found in solitude, Found in the whole movement of, Electro-magnetics, Pendulum kinetics, Organizations of orbits, Timing and telepathy, Rapture and density, Atmospheres and breathing, The golden hue of hope, Holding true to the long road, Of allowing phenomena to cast their own clue, The revelation to become a view, The letting go to keep it useful,

yes, I will look you in the eyes now

Crickets’ wings sing like running water, Over the falls of St. Olsen’s’ long hair, I float through Indias’ green Ganges, The waves come lapping on the banks of my alpine desert island, Anchors in the Amazon, Listen to a voice buried in the arctic, A wish cynic, a pleasure pincher, Amplify asters in Arkansas, Touch a man on a bare apartment floor in Singapore, Left over dancer in a dark out, Double tranced, Spending yesterdays intrepid mystery, To believe in today’s blessed captivity, A wind slipper, piper on the petrol pill, Misgivings from yesteryear, Sliding in the astral tower, All the steps made of misplaced power, A dime for insecurity, Interest of worthlessness, Dividends paid in irresponsibility, Leave room for hopelessness, Tipsy twinkle, A warning from particles in prayer proximities, Passing through vibrations and bandwidths in a frozen reservoir, Awaken the overdrive blinker, a crimson blister, Checks the southern twister, Listens to midnight critical limits, Humidity rising in the memory of a witness in wine colored coral caresses, Anonymous silhouette got the tightrope wire to the epitaph, Light storms wave through the backdrop matrix holograph, Unwinding, touch down on my empty couch, The bowels of heaven are heavy, Whistle to the garden out back, Catch the falling star as it burns up in the mirror, Keep the runaway safely hidden for tomorrow’s street seeper, Catch the long distance call, before the ring becomes too loud for the night sleeper, Touch the ladder before it becomes to tall for the fall, Watch the chatter before it turns into the wall, Corroded linker, checks the levels in the appearance of horizons inkers, Touch the revolution reeler, Crooked wheel makes the rounds alone, Circling the laser eye, Four directions in search of a silver lining. Stuck with the warlocks magenta head, The witches celebrate the static eccentricity, Blindness and darkness in figure eight fortunes tears, In the foreign eyes, In foreign bodies, Unseen turbines in distant atmospheres’ Change to course of history, Closer to the buried bodies out on the plain.

and looking began to beg and begin again

Liquid sleep and saturation ink, With jasmine wings, Testing little exceptions to the sky, Pretend to take vacations on the other side of the nile, Taste motions of mummified implosions, Taking pictures of cheap motel signs, From singing ultra zoom lens frequencies, Parting sarong restorations from across another sea, A channel opens in the vacuum of change, A thousand clues swirling for an answer, Searching for the exposure of treasured glandular explosions, Lost in the obsession of a primordial completion, Caretusion carnusian, Another lavender intrusion, Pitch a wedge, finnegans wake, Matching illusions, Closing the loops into a coccon, With the other side of mirror of my third eye, Kissing the nights goodbye, Switching circuits under my numb tongue, Real enough to heal the fall before language and blessings, Reflections of waves of dancing singularities, On burning wires, falling into curing cubes, Crashing through the death storm, Of ice driven eyes, Gravity bodies that never think twice, Roll the dice and drool on the price, Keep one permutation outside the computation, But they don’t count the same numbers, No one adds up to zero, Save the wound to learn about anchors, Savor listening, Hold the missing, Absolute leverage, Desert the evidence, Until the jury retires the witness, And the ransom is returned to the executioner, She will get the message, Manage to turn away, Something imagined enters the world, In the darkest night, Sleight of hand of a child in the twilight, Bending all the right smiles, Loosen up the low road for miles, The needles claim my ancestry, Piercings and castrations, Camoflauge currents to remember the night, Stop the echo after I cross into the hypnogogic syncopies, And bite into a cold crimson sky, A real money maker, Aint no money no money god can’t buy, Such a good question put me to the test, And I found death only had one name, A weight on my eyes, giving me time and fucked up paper, A pat on the back and a frozen palace, Stranded at the gallows, the air grows thinner and thinner, I’m the last survivor of my own fall out. Claiming a deeper despair, For all my delinquencies, Links to the fermented performance when I got down on my knees and smiled, My Ethiopian rag dedicated to the random farm dancer, Serene as a funeral, Trembling clues blinded by pink stitches, Steps in the wind machine changing size, Turn the mirror to whistling wings, I asked for another quiet seductions, A sea in my eye, And the sandstorm wiped me clean, salty, and put me to sleep, Every escape route out lives its purpose, Dries up in my fingertips, Slips meaning just below the feedback of acceptance, Clipping in the static waves, Skipping perceptual contexts, A hand and a promise, Heard only at new moon sacrifices, Midnight rainbows of emptiness, Spokes without placement, Spacing washed in warm floating iris vapors, Altered deafness preservation dropout factories, Scales of things I could not face, In fires of different timings waiting for me to find fortunes fortitudes, Precious sublime boundaries of ribbons of breath, Make for the beginning of trust, Either a raindrop or a fabric of annihilation, I was ready and nothing happened.

giving and grace

Lose me in the fulcrum, Where the world has three eyes, Vapour, stillness and10,000 arroyos, Where everyone cries, Lay me in the ocean floor, where everything is equidistant from the heart, Bold, bulging, busted singularity, Leave me at the melting point, Spun sunspot, triple digit tracking lost Lucy, Juicy white cotton mobile, Forever changing sides, No one ever dies, Three windows, Shadows, tombs and time, My tongue knows three lies, No place to hide, In the loss, escape, and weight, Lay me on the other side of insight, Where I am worth the weight in the mirror, The birth between oil and fire, Stars and flight, Bubble tongue double back drum born, The fulcrum leaking and raining emptiness of eyelashes, Riddles and ripples, I make up the difference between fragile fortune fevers, In the deep labyrinth of language, 10,000 rivulets in one movement, Reaching and forgetting, Bidding on answers from loneliness, To foreshadow a holiness to come from, Rearranging the stage, the audience and play, With a secret sound from a deeper place, I keep to the comfort of my crisscrossed limbs, sticky winds and abandonment, Where the tired whistle burns for the blue canoe made of night,

the framework begins

I wonder how far my edges show up for her after my old skin and eyes question how low and soft the loss stuck to the transparency wishes, Keep me hanging, my hands plugged into the interference static strung out on caffeine and Christmas, and I have to go subliminal and hope she’ll cum, I slip inside the headphones and guess about making up my mind, I got used to the lack of oxygen in here, telling the moon I will be back, while I burn the ozone and turn up the volume on the mirror and wonder why it is so silent, Something in me jumps, like a fish out of water, Trying to find a way out of here, The day melted through me with the reflected candlight, Delicately textured adaptations, Silently pouring a glass of wine, My hand slips inside of the wires To include our missing words, Unload lifetimes of piercings and tattoos, Another breath of /into our reality, My eyes into the lens, Ratify the reunification, stepping into the river, Slipping behind the current into other colors, Keep a safety clone talking in tune, Not to lose the last chance to be shot out of the word hello, fight with her tentacle eyed spot lighting, with all my habits of annihilation, get magnified and I lose perspective and fall in love,helplessly self absorbed sabotage, keep me away from the baying bijou laying and lounging, open the secret darkness to let in some fresh polarity, Sinking in the west the shrinking hope of a few followers. Living the crazy mazes of quiet disturbances, she was so advanced, sophisticated with hyper presence, I couldn’t follow the ashes anymore, I gave up wagons for steam and they told me to turn around, The candle light so textured in its reproduction Adopting so perfectly, To include the silences of perfect spirals ratify the renunciation of stepping back into the rivers, other shadows where even ghosts get lost, Black hole rhymes, yellow wrinkled afternoon, Watch the lines re arranging, little instances of definition, keep me away from the fresh answer, a test, Hanging allowances finger tip hunting, attempt to see how far I will go to get short circuited over the kitchen fence, caught up in a numb tongue and fat head, no connectivity in the dark, with that described taste, And believing all structures can be contacted, Out flashed by my tombstones challenges, a little further from gravity, out grown by memory, middle catastrophy unidentified run till the signs read back and forth reversible reasons and all the stories to have their own true aim, over the hills towards nothingness, multidentified press the ends together in line up in the bones Cover personal pain with a Fractured smile from a stranger insert and burn, make a rare re construction of a circle, and tell them I’ll be back soon, layers of light and shadow, make up languages to explain time, and find a sense of humor, practiced hard at the edge of the inclusion, honey follow arpegio, sell the rain, sharper sugar bait, deepest touch, caught between the rain and snow, no one told me where to go, it was so slow nothing to forget or remember, the same taste in the ceiling as the root, playing hide and seek with a good messenger, still and quiet but not empty, she had perfect acceptance, perfect failures, I was washed out to sea as a young child, And never questioned safety, Forgotten dangerously, And in one late afternoon disappearance, The insidious return, The current spoke with his limits, In her voice he pretended in the windows, And placed interpretation, And made the sign, He drifted blind, Captured the universe and left her nothing. Behind his eyes he didn’t need to pretend to be oil, In the body of still protection, Floating upstream, Towards the shooting star, The true dwelling place of the three domains, Liberations commencement, The last and only body, For consecration, Of porcelain fingers and tongues, The most selective, The most familiar, The most discerning, The most effortless moon hole in the fabric of suspended absorption, Candle light comes through the quiet haze, Soft, secret and homeless, Free but no pride, it makes it own, Breathing sun echo filtering baby goose down, Leave my heart beating on the horizon, membranes of vibration, Wings, leaves, fingers’ skins of atmosphere’s of testimony, Lazy fear a memory or mystery of close encounters, Her eyes match the shadows, My internal proteus asking permission, multiplying all the surfaces of anti matter, Asking, what are the chances, she would just hold them? and they could be hers completely, dimensionless to follow to the end, What are the chances, that I would be ready? To be exposed to an ultra violet scope, Zero gravity, my breath acclimates, A moment to inhabit the perfect sequence of oxygen fields, A cherry stain on satin lips, A day I forever miss, Set the balloons down on the ground and cover them with broken glass, Deep in the amazon Sunday afternoon haze, Sand bag millionaire, Desperate drum factories, Hold off the obvious, A second wind for a friend, In every equation an emergency, A heartbeat and a mirror, A shrine of cohabitation, And anticipation, We walked in the sand together one mid afternoon, Kites in the distance, sails in the wind, My lost impreza, Holding up a numb fortune, We flowed and drifted apart, In was the last indestructible speed hacked trying to make a stand against the inevitable pinhole elaboration, decadent abstrusion, A rain began and the air was so soft and thick, I wish something I would say could be absorped as easily, But we would hold each other in rings of fire, the quiet too much to be untouched, with our splashes drawn on each other, moved to more, No current let the breath sink alone, cover every broken tear, The barely breathing that memorizes how to catch up to the quieter moon, And they would know each other by the sticky side left behind, Brief encounters with humanity, Night darkened let go of itself, Count the drops of mercury so perfectly they disappear, Divided so safely never a trace ( of nava holds all attempts of get a new perspective, ) Tiny lapping of little hopes quietly touching the shore of my heart, Echoes to echoes tiny traces of what I believe about time, My home to figure out where they come from, Estranged wondering, I couldn’t guess or get close enough To the liquid reactions, extractions and sacrifices for each others safety, Waiting at the edge of evenness keep it crystaling in a cool fire, Sensitized, hypnotized, Claim each others architecture, When they can stand their own fear, Liquid, solid and gas, give each other little clues to the totality blinded by each others eye, Claiming a deeper despair, for all my desperate delinquent antidotes instead of hope, My happy face in the parade of fermented interference, Inter placement porcupine performances, Camoflauge for each other, Tiny needles claim my ancestry for castration, Piercing passages led by the only name we had in common, death, Gives me time if we can be each others secret, The weight in my eyes, I am the edge of a great sea, And a spiky tincture, Trying to find the celephane topper, And a uranium mine, The yellow light proposes a problem of impassability, So evenly distributed of heaven, Station house sleepwalker, gone to Rhodesia, Pull a pen from the pill box, Elephantitis gateway, Cleaning the getaway, Its always in my bends, So thin over a long day begins, The beguine, Biting on a numb chord, he was led down the hall, Cherry bouncer burial,

sorting cards in a fogbank

Slow train out of Peking headed for Islamabad on a hazy Sunday afternoon, The burning of fields, and coal fired ovens, people with bowed heads, A full load of bad memories, there was only one place to go, Back to the million faces I left behind, And begin a life, Alone in a silver box car cabin, it was still, They had not yet asked for my ticket and papers, The softness came through the insulated panels, It was what I had been noticing ever since the rain stopped, And she left me that note saying she would not be back Everything went great except the gold turned to lead, In and out of understanding under my skin, She a sphindlehocker Icons on the ocean floor I just fell apart in the tropical currents, Just under my skin in the middle of the night on a full moon, A brighter light where it doesn’t get any darker, I’m so hidden I’m so deceptive, Camouflaged in pain, Of the greatest stories Of how I waited to speak and now it’s too late, They didn’t know I heard them talking about how far I’d gone To the root cellular body, And that I was lost at the gate, A date of remote banishment, Immune reactions undermined the kisses of peace, Video haled walkabout walls of fury, Stalled childhood vestigial vertex systems, Caught up in a 40 day context, Begins to flood with night shadows without depth, A stirring spring night storm, carrying ghosts up into the sky, Counter computations correction captions coverage, Relay circuits call me to explain, Stretch the windscreen canvas thinner and thinner, Just under my skin, She put my fictations up against her own, We were laughing just under the glass, It was out of my hands again, The dancing chance, Flirtations on a stage of spider web sprawlings, And blood stains underneath, shadow heart tracer little death trap, She changed the melting point just under my skin, And I slept and dreamt of better days, I never became vapour, and had to trade butter for brains, In the lost shore decibel retriever, The over load transfer just under my skin, Single foot jumping meter, glued to a rainstorm, I tried to move in here once before, Melting out little distillations of twilight, Extract laws of perfection, In the night cocoon I was reduced to silver ball of mercury, The pulse of life reduced to perfect cohesion, The reflection of all my sacred moments crushing without detail, They asked where I’d been She said it don’t matter, he speaks in skin, Awaiting the dawn of form, Armies of the latest fashion, Fight for freedom just under the edge of the season, Pause to give me a second chance, I jump around like a fish out of water coming out of my skin, My breath is a drain hole, Missing faces pumped in to a vacuum, I turned away for a moment and all my puzzle pieces fell apart, And breathe the fire of escaped childhood friends, Feel the wind and feed the crocodile teeth, Keeps me afloat in the storm Keep track of the visitations Welcome to the evening she said, There are little golden shadows of forgiveness, A place where you can rest Epilogue: The blue sage in the garden finally died, The blue fish watches with the opening hole in his chest, It can’t hold the lost dancer