Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Fuck. The way it worked I had to walk into your bar And it had to be winter solstice, the darkest And it had to be that song though now I don't remember any noise, my free-bird raven (breathe, beating heart. breathe, beating heart) Clink, cheers Back to life, back to reality Your green squint envyted this, hungry jades using you to seduce myself ...to remember my lips and hips dancing eyes ...the power between my thighs So, I let myself Be tangled up in the blue of your strawberry hair, a seeming field of for-never. I went from player to played In two shakes of your wolf in sheep's cloth cotton tail (kiss, breaking heart. kiss, breaking heart.) Alternate current and direct current, All shook up. We bled sister rosetta red the stone etched cords our story was destined to obey the last note, where i lose the you and I we made (someone i didn't have to give away) Like every song written, but never played.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
I’ll be your grape soda If you’ll be my red velvet cake Mystery’s sweetest soul release Sugar kiss, coated bliss I’ll be your blanket If you’ll be my pillow Warm and soft silken escape My resting head, your sacred cape I’ll be our waterfall If you’ll be the moss Cleansed free on slippery rock All this within we need to unlock You’ll be the volcano And I, the crane Our every touch This last refrain
Friday, January 9, 2015
Do you have the time? Could you write my next line? Did you even wish to be mine? sweet lil boy With the huckleberry shine But you'll never come back to me Always too blind to really see What was lost was not for sale Now I'll keep my heart in jail Drinkin prairie fire wine Making love was not your kind Faking nothing, let me be Green eyes make envy the enemy Pull my hat low 'cross the face Pickin up my heart's melting pace Childrens' laughter's not enough The Wolves' howl is just too rough Drinkin prairie fire wine Dusty road's the final line There's not one I wouldn't cross To feel it less, this aching loss Spilling prairie fire wine deepest grapes, they need a vine And There's only one thing ever free That's what you took away from me.
When the blues, greens, fluffy whites, Begin to fade into the next hopeful dawn... And the owls ruffle feather awake to seek their prey (Break-fast) The horizon fading into a quaint squint O'er the mountains There I'll find you Among those apricot embers Sun stretching into its yawn Moon taking her place in the night sky, The lead There I'll find you Among the starry twinkles Within the first cricket chirps And distant howls There I'll find you Among all things that end... And begin again.
Ocean wave, unencumbered circumference Envelope-circling The most secret parts, creating sea glass Jasmine scented ritual dance, A centuries old routine One breathe follows the other Mine, then yours Yours, then mine Heart opening blossom, Petals falling, the foam explodes across the sand And gently retreats As the drum beat slows And the water flows back-into self Awaiting the moon's next command.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Fool me once, love and I wind up at the bottom of a glass. Fool me twice, and the conch shell's siren song is hard to ignore. Even a cold river would do, rock-lined pockets with the wolf's ghost looking on in haunting approval (because those who stray from the pack know the secret) But then... There is the go-on-living part, soul-chipped, another jagged break against fine sand. I can smell my nostril's salty burn On this return The ocean having already sold me her wares right before my toes first tread hot patches tide will never reach.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Forgive my words if they run away from me towards you. It has been awhile since I’ve written and containment isn’t an option. (Usually the inspiration is some dissident: distant melancholy pulling me, strings, threads to that play-space where I hammer-smoke verse, a mixed-bag blacksmith) I am not a bee keeper, nor hive queen. Have no patience for dewy netted hats, protective gloves, or giving directive, Besides Not all separation and order yields nectar, Not all togetherness stings. What I want is to stop waiting at airports for trains... To mark one lil lazydaisy valley my heart’s cornucopia, A newly forged instrument, hybrid: flute, didgeridoo, sitar, and soku. Its lithe love songs tangled in my hair, like your hands.