Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed