Everyman's Parade

Reservations,
Accredited.

Hardly fallen
Till you sit back up
Again,

Again!

And well, there is this sadness
But sparks fly high I see,

A heading:
Depart and relieve,
Birds and bees,

Boldness conceived.
Is this Justice?

A lady is well pleased, and passing
The frontier of everyday:
Every man's parade.

New life brimming; a stark initiation
profession of validity

 a profound enunciation
 a song from some one else's lips.

 a pool drips, swells the empty
       puddles, a well.

Tell Me Something New

All these words have emphasis
All these words are emptiness

Devoid of meaning
Reaching or grasping for feeling

That or this
Us and them
Me and you

Tell me something new, friend
And keep it like a secret

A blossom to be awoken
(Growing river of the spoken)

Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a dreamer

But it makes no difference
Pick a paddle
Send me swimming.

Tell me what do you see
In the garden of our friendship

Open, and growing in amazement
This full alabaster spoke and unspoken

Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a note unopened

But it makes no difference
Ever known
Pick a day
Send me swimming

The ocean of refrain
Or the currents of delivery

Day after day
Tell me the shape of your dreams

Front Porch Potion

bury it on down deep.
  an ankle biter
  a wandering island,
  bitterness of tongue
 
well, what is this seed.
   a fractal cistern
turning to every face
   complex simpleness

front door potion
   front door open
pass this way
   pass this way.

and to close down here early
   I'm a mess
      just look away
a purse gets filled in
prattling like a snake
   to a mountain
"please won't you
   come down again?"
Miss missed and I'm in Luck
   for a feather
      to be free
a current of change
   must strike a vein
      countless courageous
masked in earnest
   shalom they say
      om namaste
the nameless prince of purchase
   heard us
   alarms
   traded in tokens.
here is one distance
and another here
where do you want to go?

I have a need to be
      anywhere
how do I sing my peace in among the other pair.  poor name.

context of a witness
Vishnu to the page
is a complex need to get through
alm in arm
ready to wait

dictated
     by
dichotomy

Ptolemaic
   problems

A Monday Morning

Always a fresh sport
   Inventive retort.
Forever green fields
   Fold over today
The front page is advancing
Don't get lost along the way.

A Monday, a morning ray lifting fog
Gilded a camp
Along to my interest,  intellect to find.
Crafted so suddenly
Water to wine.
Following following
Fostered frontier

Tell me the pillow doesn't speak to you

A rapid stanza
Full moon attraction
Musing interference
Discord in clearance

Following: a flag to entertain a goal
   Enhance
   Twin rhythms
Time given and taken away
Everything is in revision
   Scrying away again but to be plain is an arrangement of the past
                                                                                In between
                                                                         The annulment and the
                                                                           Ravage of existence,
                                                                                  Pristine.

Roses: A Commemeration

Courtesy, the smile of knowing.  Eyes like diamonds, a small frame to peer, into or out of.  Air and Fire.  Simple laughter pulls out your hair.  A difference.  Instinct and reason.  She spoke in a hushed voice, quiet but clear, and as hard as the bricks in the pavement.  There is no doubt in that sound, it shines like steel, glistening; the raw account of truth.  And what is being said is never of importance, names and places start to fade, only what interests me is that sound.  If I say everything in one quick sentence, laying the frame of Justice, in bound like a fresh production; letting off some steam.  She says hush child, lets begin to see: everyone in everything, your love is here don't lose your dream.  Avail.

Summertime Delay

And what's after
Some small forgotten sentiment
A bullet carries
Across the space.
Very hairy, ponds of adversaries
And a swarm of singling out.
Starboard
And most warm,
Mostly shoes have been worn thin.
I have nothing to say, but see-
This is a long long fall to keep you steady
To be mad will be O.K.,
A rude awakening again,
The road to wake and fame (funerals name).
Elegant stage,
Honored babe,
And those eyes keep stabbing me brightly
Apt to pick away.
Hell's divisions put into play:
A memory of visions,
Summertime delay.
Past a wish and a witness,
Post-remiss and well away.
Sauntered, slanted sideways guy
Hanging out on the stoop.
Fallen target, traded it's O.K.
                       Shaken it's O.K.
These hands I have,
These feet to lease,
A hold on what I have thought before.
Single, simple, sectioning,
Part and parcel to the page.
A breath so early
Nearly in and out in vain.
Fairly swift in symmetry
Remember why you came,
Don't fall back in vain.
A careworn smile stays
   Worthwhile
        and
      Thrifty,
Worth all this pain.
Arched and bolted,
Nobody is going anyway,
Or where.
What all this is burgeoning for:
A beginners glance,
A bargain to last.
Eventful with the purchase of a penny,
What for?
What say?

I gave birth to mischief,
Black hearts
And fallen names.
I gave worth to riches
Freedom gave
And took away.
One foot is at six feet deep
The other walks in even frames,
One, two
One, two
Pick a noose soiree.