… there’s still life ahead
for something like a purpose
she set out, wondering —
a doe among
the buzzards and the wolves
i met her on the corner of
eleventh and erasure —
the one who gives
can still be one who culls
for she’d learned from the undergrowth,
a rustle in the Vedas,
the cold of iron
too tight to her skin
and i had learned from atrophy,
and some from Paul McCartney,
but not enough for her
to let me
in
multicolored venom
pouring everywhere and anywhere;
the quicksand drip that holds you in its snare,
your beads and denim –
psychedelic malice
marble overdrive and underrun:
the mortal day, the everlasting fun,
corona borealis –
sepsis and thalidomide,
darkness on the edge of town,
danger, joy, and habit going down,
but we can say
we tried
I held you closer than
A wonderment of everything we ever
Knew that you were further gone than
What we wished for but could never
In a flash it all was
Over by a stream in fields of
Clover up and down and back and round for
Love love love
Semicolon
Love
a dragon twists on wings of fire, flowers in the opal clouds, spiraling, then swooping higher, distant until night haze shrouds love my only friend is waiting, tiring at the close of day, like a dragon fire abating as it makes its distant weary way
to stand out from the rest is who you are. you do not wear this like a crown; it is more of a testament to what you've seen than how you let it color your intent. for much is ugly in this life, this way; for we must live within our egosphere and bloom where we are left to grow, or wilt, as suits are disposition and our strength. to stand out from the rest: your destiny. for it is meaning that you freely give -- and knowing you has opened up my eyes to just where joy can be, and in what form.
dreary not and solemn never, celebrating what she can; half the distance to forever, measured in a second's span followed on, and leaving after, adoration's full repute; living love and loving laughter, choices just herself to suit special need and general freedom, spanning many kind regards; knowing much, and helping many, fortune's favor in the cards
upon the snowy ground he sits to see the sun go down; the day is turning into dusk across the sleepy town the lights come out to show the month, the air is crisp and clear; but he's just glad to see the show or even to be here
