(2013)
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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…
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
