(2013)
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
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
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
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
