the timing the landscape of mine
Turn this poem sideways it’s like a New York skyline
A state of mind.
And through to the solo light. Right. Solo.
How does it go? It glides like an eagle inches from the waves
With a rush that sounds like caves should sound like.
It rips through all mind-binds, breaks all seals, tears all seems - seams,
Chilled as fresh-iced screams, angry as sweated dreams.
It bites like a baby, kicks like a dog, slicker than a card trick.
Demons spit and twist as spirits hit notes high (ha!) and snare.
This is where contrasts explode and it’s natural to find
Sharpness next to curves next to shadows next to verve,
And new definitions of time. It is the blood of the vein.
The music of love through the instruments of pain.
Hot cold shy bold rock rolled blue soul. Rise!
Makes an old man young a young girl old. Rise!
It’s a slick wild blast, cast from chains of slaves.
I found my jazz. Rise. I found my jazz. Rise.
I found my jazz and was saved.
Rise spirits.
If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.
If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.
If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.
If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it’s full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.
If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.
If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.
Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses
you
are
slipping
away
Don’t
Go if you want to
see if I need you
are
slipping
away
Don’t
Leave if you want to
see if I miss you
are
slipping
away
Don’t
Call if you want to
see If I miss you
slipping
slipping
Don’t
Wave if you want to
see
