so much more

 

scream the disregulation
into an envelope. seal it
with appropriate postage.
send it out on schedule

find rhythm
click and clack to
left-field percussion
and learn what it means to

fall in love
with yourself again. enjoy
your (my) imperfections
embrace your (this is self referential)

quirks. 

you/i are a being of cells and light
sometimes water
certainly water

a child of something like a god
only less exciting
and less all-knowing

i am letting you (this time, you, not me)
in on another
secret

eventually

biography of a past life

 something to remind myself of the old times

once concerned with nothing but little oddities minor curves and slumps and stranger yelps from a small, wounded elephant. still another sleeping sunken cost fallacy. a few other cast lines, reeling up from the last time. another gulp of air again. another trip around a moon cycle. gradual phase out, little lesser shoutings. steam rising. stern tidings and lost wishes. we are all drifting in an empty space, cast off string, easily seen. somehow known. draft from the window, draft from the last gust. gasp. dreading the losses, dreading the leaving. rest, assured. rest and find another peace. before too long.

this xmas miracle/curse

i pluck the leaves from the lily and adhere
it to the daffodil. smell
the floral assault i
made that
with these hands and 
sheers and a
little bit of squinting. focus
unlimited
like lesser constellations like
the pebbles used to wake a paramour from
slumber like
each skip of ice from an angry sky’s tear drops
what is made for me-
for you-
for us- and from one to another.
made monstrous and whole
and beautiful in its otherness.
drifting seamless from
one to another.
the dream-
set an intention.

the thought is what counts this
season.

coffee prayer

 

swill it around, drink it down, let it sit with your feeling

another emptiness

this one, like another, like the others, like no other

all flitting between. the flutter of a half-crazed moth

singing away, this arrhythmic clapping of wings. frittering until the light goes out

to rest again, with feet up

in the dark

no other knows me

little to none, little did i know, little to forget

amounting to ash and dust

soundtracked by passing laughter

echoing down the otherwise barren street. one light, long forgotten.

remember us sinners.