Theme
9:53am July 24, 2014

I resolved to give it all away
as though holding is
delusion.

How can I hold to myself?

I resolved to watch it fly
as sky wrapped her arms
around his beauty
and I swear to this day
she dropped love into
his blue eyes…

And an olive branch
within his words

6:18am July 24, 2014

On the slow rise
your words are as
knives or butterflies.
Still sleeping in a
daydream, a walk-about
Trail of replicas to my
naked soul-
Fill my cup
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savor.
Atlas needlepointed
maps sinew of foxes.
Sahasrara up- right
Chiming daylight and
glowing hummingbirds
at night. Can we meet
: between :
life and death
love and hate
right and wrong :?:
flesh pressed
colors bleed
nations forgotten
ideas spooling
thread to sew a
a map to infinity.

10:56pm July 18, 2014

I (can) lay in still meadows
of my last breath to see
his smiling face.
If you know what this
means.
That I never held on to let go
I simply walk through his garden
resisting the urge to embrace
his weeds

My thoughts bloom
and fade beside thorns
War paint has faded now
finally, faded.
And here I rest in thousand(s)
deaths. Here I am always.

All ways.

In still meadows
breathing in
his smiling face.

5:42pm July 18, 2014

Subterranean lips
echo dry canyons where
hawk calls for redemption
[this long desert sufferer]
I see scraggly thin roots
sprouting into emptiness
half chance of over crowded
mountain sides. When they
gather together it forms
a cave, where the silhouette
of a spider is surfing waves
on the web of wind. The heat
at noon sunspots my back and
paints sunrises or sunsets
deeply in strands of hair.
The secret is concealed in
cleft of grand, listen closely
to the heat as she sings
subterranean hum of
cleft side skirts.

2:37pm July 16, 2014

When burning photos
memory fades

satisfaction…
of finding paper trails
that put feeling(s)
back in my grasp

Like a god, then.

I feel like a god of
my own fate

Fading away

1:48pm July 16, 2014

“——> My best friend is also my lover”

— This is how I laugh at hurricanes
dance in the middle of tornados
kiss death frenchily teasing tongues
and walk away in my mind without moving a foot.
1:42pm July 16, 2014
Word arting by hand (not iphone)

Word arting by hand (not iphone)

12:56pm July 15, 2014

I’ve been in a shit storm so long
I ride it, like it’s my little bitch.

7:00am July 15, 2014

Sleep with me poet
on these dry sands
for cuts bleed
spilled ink.

6:50am July 15, 2014

"I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME”
-Leonard Cohen