the very same room's palette
that shone so stellar a together
entrenched and enchanted
to this town of tiny steps
i think about how i can
still see your shine
from here
and i'm light years away
what a hell of a fishing day
recitals 6-12-16
for so long,
we have been trying
to put on these little recitals
where the purest wee melody
has a quiet little space
for itself and everyone
might gather together
to acknowledge it drowning
out the big world
it's strange and peculiar
how there's always
a noisey fusser who
cannot forgo the attention
and a clicking mass of summary
who always get it all wrong
love is so quiet
when ego and misunderstanding
are so loud
across all the hues 10-5-16
i love how i can remember you
across all the hues
the yellow of your love
serenading with sunswept glory,
the blues of your chosen
beliefs stormy yet redemptive
to the brilliant reds of your flush
excitements welling up
anticipatorally to skinshared quiets
but if i ever had to see
only your outlined figure
in the darkness sinewy
in the way that happens
in the basement tapes
of the mind made from
magnetized impressions
of stardust left behind,
you would mardi gras my
stilled streets with backbeats
and blessing you'd be any and all
light with which my spired pup-tent
would stargaze guessing
to later get to 6-23-15
sometimes it takes disaster to get to where we're blessed
sometimes it takes pain to bring us to where we feel good
sometimes we have to feel angry with someone
to the point where we don't even want to look
to later get to stand before them
and truly see them for all they are
sometimes we have to have nothing to say
for days and weeks that feel like ziplocked cotton
in order to speak and sing in a deluge of electric
ushood professing our birthright major seventh into forever
and sometimes when i watch the ghosts of you
pass through the walls of my memories
it is all i can do to keep moving
and pray for soul stillness
backlit 1-5-17
the taxis and cop cars
used to look alike
in silhouette and backlit
and i would like
to think that my gut
is getting better
at recognizing
the difference between
danger and safe passage
but i am still mostly
inside informed
and front-lit
this little piggy 6-25-13
this little piggy went to the market
this little piggy got broke
i would take every mindless moment
limping towards survival for you
and prophesy so it disappeared like smoke
i keep sighing for soon, i wanna relight the moon
so she's bigger and our orbit's smaller
and i could smell you all the time
i wanna find just how wide open
we could blast our comfort zones
like a millionaire blowing up a mansion
and taking to the caves
cause we're slaves as long as we keep buying
and our world keeps trying to sell us
people who don't know how our
stomachs and throats work
who sell us our emotions back with interest
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