i was wondering
would you come?
seeking visions
to the edge of individuality
where for you
the seasons
will go uncounted
where for you
plato’s world of forms
will illuminate circularity
where for you
the cosmos
will bathe eternal skin in dark matter
where for you
small streams of giant koi
will break the ego’s surface tension
where for you
ripe peaches
will crack open in the wind of delicate cedar
where for you
swallows
will leave trails like footprints from a ghost
where for you
knurled trees
will reach inside conscious dreams of free fall
where for you
miró’s world
will pulse and spin under a purple sea
where for you
the crane
will write poetry
in a broken cocoon of the luna moth
all of this for you
when the water turns silver
and the reeds become prayers of the raptured swan
where for you
all of this, for you
Monthly Archives: August 2014
butterfly lunch
to the sea unhinged
sand ribbons cut by the sea, trapped in an ancient ritual
murderous storms unfold prayer clouds on faithful currents
sandbar tongues lick the frayed edges – tasting roads
focusing impact, taking the wave, taking the timid
punching inlets, rolling sound-side trees to the beach
shrugging off houses and overturning horseshoe crabs
left with their spider-legs, kicking frantic toward the sky
in an open invitation, to be ripped free by the gulls
bird hair day
drop the spike
great egret
phishing
kebobs
and grilled cheese
sandwiches
bottled water
and beer
last night’s playlist
referenced through
a glass pipe
tie-dye sunset
bleeds into the crowd
with one body
of multiple crescendos
swaying and thrashing
hysteria builds
into the night’s
advancing darkness
tension and release
until a final frenzy
explosion of light
the chords
touch a chord
and the crowd
gives back
frisco pier
published on VerseWrights 08/08/15
our arms on the rail
we stand at end
of the black night
rhythmically swaying
with wooden pier
solid, beneath bare feet
into strong bodies
the wood channels
a deep ocean swell
we look toward
the canopy of stars
and our destinies
more burning stars
for fleeting lives
than grains of sand
drifting on the ocean
it’s our footprints
the beach holds dear