lovegoes flowgoes

art is the key

she says

i lie on my

floor and

back

of the future

my way up to

her.

it's gone

he says

that love we had before

those wine and

roses

you took my heart and shook it

lady.

past the future busses

passed the stunted rain

burns a whole for me

in that song you sang

past the president

in his lonely spent

hollow offices, got you off of this

where's your residue? and your revenue?

and your money spent?

where my love goes

the flow goes

Carvings I & II

At night I would sneak off into the woods to write things into trees that no one would ever read. I didn't mind that I would never receive any recognition for those carvings, or that they did nothing to advance the grand dream that seemed to be permanently encased in my skull.

At night I would sneak off into the woods to write things into trees that no one would ever read. I minded a lot that these carvings never easily translated into a pair of lips or some profound artistic insight.

asleep, but not with gold.

saved from hell
your bass lips
kicked the bucket in the stairwell

and
water fell
back onto
my childhood castle

If I could only lift
you.

up so you could see

anthills, basslines, stereo colored tvs
camps cats hands and dogs
mist tongue dances in the fog

new poem

on
the day we decided to make landscapes together,

flowers.

old poem

art decisions making life processes
funnel web the designer's clothes
into neat piles that you arrange around
your room in Manhattan.

leak speak the breath box
that you gave to me on the eve of our first Christmas
attic lights
the shirt tail

you everything you shining star you.

e.g. scooters, vacation, fall

how do I say

that I want to

share

blanket cocoons

in our past life snow-globes

you and I would dance in dead leaves

the same wind that blew the dirt off our future home shingles set a needle into motion sent a message wrote a jingle broke my heart the day you left me

a room with all your first impression smiles

put in pictures on the wall

they

forever more true

Colargen

spoonfeeding holy smoke its last breath
we tottered down the tumble tower
touching lips and hands
socks and feet
dream and sleep night and day

cracks under craters of vined-over-civilization
waiting in the emaciation line
we find our hooks in the bacterial sprawl.

run said train.

thrown in summer hand
lakewarm to the touch sprinkles
glimmering wave ray light
and who the spooks been shaken
from their trees and knees bees
need nose hammer face the rain train
blitz beat into the sunset glow
like orange
in the dark

we kissed.

Untitled

in 60s television lakeside haze,
love is golden hairs and gummy bears.

you'll always have my
sincerest apologies
that time moves so quickly,
and courage so slow,
causing
every platform at the station
to fill for trains
you and I will
never ride

While outside, the trees,
always on the edge of beauty.

not everyone gets the opportunity to go blind.