Ripshore purge, seaweed blue

Portuguese women never looked so small.

Hang the rattail near the stall.

Leeches set out on the grand gala table.

Nosebleeds and Nosegrinds for a mere fifty cents.

Calculators tell the futures of numbers.

Folklore for children to make their tall tales taller.

Shapeshift the avalon, the audubon will follow.

Genius falls at the feet of the bereft.

Cascade the carnivale for cannibals with cannonballs.

Soups on.

Fancy that.

Copycats who copyright do nothing short but rot like us all.

This contagion of 'cool' is catching at best, like a pox.

A meadow that meddles in others affairs grows the oddest blooms.

Lake. Lane. Late.

fortunate
innocent
led by smoke in darkness
clouds encompass
the frailty of thoughts
a dance through skinny
tree lined lanes
dirt beneath feet
compacted and dry
from repetitious ritual
moon beneath mountain
your reflection atop
the volcanic lake

Goodbye complete thought.

Welcome to your introduction.
Please be seated.
Put on the blindfold.
Clear your mind.
Release your memory.
No more thoughts, now.
Good, all set then.

FINDS:

THIS WAY AND THAT
GUTS SPILLING
ALL OVER THE PLACE
CAN'T CATCH THEM FAST ENOUGH

CAN'T CONNECT THE WORD
TO THE THOUGHT.
CAN'T BREATHE THE RIGHT BREATH.

A SELF EXPRESSION
SPEWING BAGGAGE
CLAIM BOY.

FLIGHT TO NOWHERE
FROM NINE TO FIVE.
RUGGED WHINE OF
CARDIOVASCULAR PROJECTILE.

COMMONPLACE CONDESCENDING
ELEVATOR RIDES
TO UNCOMFORTABLE
COMFORT LEVEL SIX.

SQUARE IN THE MOUTH.
FANCY.
LIPSTICKED LIPS
POURING MUCK FROM THE MIND.

SOGGY THOUGHT PROCESS DROWNING
THE PREVIOUSLY ENJOYED.

MEATSTICK MOMENT.

ARTIFICIAL HAPPY FACE.
DESTROYING THE CONCEPT TO IGNORE.
SIX FLOORS UP TO NINE TO FIVE.
ELEVATOR CON.
DESCENDS DOWN.

123456

The cold black flats
of cadillac slats.





He bites his little tongue
Those seething words
still flicker their way
through his cruel teeth.
Ring around the ring finger.





cross the salt mines
into
Georgia's west
coast insurance
and liabilities
oceans away.
Nylon run
run
run down
that little calf
on the street.
keep.
keep.
Telephone away,
I can't hear a thing.
My heart
has shrunk
into a
tight ball of twine
stone stiff
keep moving
or you'll just
stand still
Breathe. Then swim.

Incubate, Rebate

Left handed
tokens
to right
handed people.
Earthquake
shattering
sigh of relief.
Followed by
eyes lit up
so bright,
they blind
all that is
around.
Out of existence.
///////////////////

Not so old, and oh so found.

The cascade mountains
have once again
wished themselves
a happy birthday.
The wind blows out their candles.
The sun ruins their
white hats.



Solitary And Sedentary



A triangle on the
wrist
marks the spot
your lips have
kissed.



Five
Four
Three
Your
One.




Manta Ray span
from fingertip
to lovely fingertip.
A brush across my hip.
And pages turn
of favorite fiction.
The words,
they run
across my chest.
I pull them in
and let them go
all but one and three.

Not for you.

Bell tolls
Not for the hour
for those who wait
steep stones flat and dark
arrive every step to catch
your falling feet
(these old streets) ____________

Clockwise moves the hand.

combined efforts
contained comforts

clockwise moves around
the land
up and over
these tree lined minds

replicate that moment
over and over
our starry eyed stares
we saw right in.

Biorhythmus

Arms pointing up
Wrapped about your neck
Far reaching
Fingertips
The brush of lips
Above our heads
Treetops
Their black silhouettes
Wave to us
The bloom at our feet
The salt sea air
Blows upon my throat
Beneath my jaw
Where you put your hands
.

Out of Doors

A Dead Man's Breast
Heart Sank Deep
Beneath the Sheets
The Papers Strewn
Across the Room
and Down the Hall
{we go}
Out of Doors
Birds their Wings
Criss Cross the Skies
Wet Stone Underneath
We Run Through Streets
The Lime Light Dims
Into Ever Lasting
Grey.

one up strong arm.

cancellation prize.
right up to the boiling explosion point.
STAND STILL INSIDE THE BEEHIVE.





a garments worth away from sleep.
interlocking chain of defeat and contentment.
a chase of wind, it blows through cracks in glass.
the cold light, electrical light peers through slits in drapes.
his warmth against my back as we say goodnights.
my mind drifts from thought to thought to dream.
rest.






i squirm in sleep.
twisting. finding that fit of kneecaps in back of knees.
that lovely "s".
retrofit.






cold war stones have fallen.
the bricks we possess, they follow us home.
we make our nests.

Morning mind you.

the frosted arms of branches
reach out at us through fog
filled walks
the brush of twig, a hand to hold
notes swirl in my head
thoughts of you, at tip of tongue
just short of saying your name out loud
to no one
and the din of nothingness

ice caked concrete
i whisper 1 2 3 4
i stop
when i've realized i'm counting
steps
again

a long black coat walks
one half block ahead
a silhouette on its own
the sky a haze of grey lilac
the trees heave with white
i feel the sound of it