The Muddy Banks of Existence

Astute and austere.
A true beginning
Beckoning aloud, a light
Pouring,
Invasive.
The mask high up the prison's walls:
A jest.
Suited up and ready for the fall.
Pinstripe cushions looming,
The fire on the hill.

Howling, a stand on the moon, stranded.
A pleasant visit, a renowned friend, festival of the light.
Basics
Instated

A stones throw and a glance away,
A power known:
Empress of the Dawn.
A glorious allocation
Upon nighttime's descent.
A blackness, existing in the shades of excellence.
Patterns born,
Privey to pencil,
Pearls to a princess of whirlwinds.
The storms of change
Burning in the noise,
The static of ignorance.
Muddy banks of existence, shoes stuck.
Show my way, a father of signs
Grandfather Time and a feather for light.
Intent.

Pushed or Posted

There is one thing persisting
 A watcher may be, a frontier to speak.

I found this record, a political present.
 A four-tune,
  A fortunate sojourn.
Pressed against the page like a window into infinity,
 What memory!

I know when these visions start to stylize my eyes
 I see stars.
A round surface, bereft of the waves,
 Proud purpose.

I don't want to be the headstone
 Trade that grave away,
Feet planted into every moment, a solemn camp.

Om Namaste praise in a calm way.
 Fortunate and fostered, a missing deity,
Which way has she traveled?  Interviewed.

Innervating and a vital structure,  with this wisdom
 A mountain of secrets opens up in my chest.
Watch Mr. Seeker,  I jest in a crowded field
 But when does the front page fall again?

Pushed.  Or posted.

Around and Thank You

A night like this screams
Rippling through the years
Tearing apart the fabric of your life
A spun standard
Flying the wind.

My voice will fall flat, I don't need anything to prop or profit,
Except plainly to shiver, break like a splinter
And split
Half mast,
Strong toast,
Last laugh.
First winter I could stand
And I scream,
Sidewalk trailing the smoke,
A golden bough
Serene.
I gather up the remnants of my discarded jokes
A shantytown of revelry,
Glory to the most readily available deity,
And see how I burn in the forming.
Test of temptation
I feel broken, shackled by shame
Arrogance whispers, my pain is nothing
I wasn't wanting from the onset, honest
Nyx this Saturday,
A broken back in stuttering.
Sleep, keep your heels ahead of the hounds.

Around and thank you,
Say Vishnu.

A Death Song Not An Elegy

               I
Wishing and wondering
Words to spare,
Project a covering
Sweetly austere,
Silently waiting
The watcher draws near...
And then around the next bend
Traveling.

Heartache and Happenstance
Spun still unraveling.

Granted distance and a relative time, but besides this,
I insist!

What an anchor
Displaced,
Howling is appropriate
Against the wind and the waves.
A mist and in my mind
Blanket to exchange,
A mile markers bright play:

Gifted Styx!
Death is your way,
Have I been so blind to this time?
We will see.
In all this exuberance
And in all this shame, we will sing!
The tooth muses interest,
Will to intervene.

And what sight?
After all has been rolled over
And everything surmised,
What the chains held well in sentence
Return again into the light.

And Hail!
Let all that falls
Pass away.

Hades dialect, apt to pick away,
What plight?
This fire lights an interest,
Boat out and well away,
No harbor,
Apropos to change


               II
And well away,
What happened to haunt you
Is not here today.

Pulse, the gun fires again;

 Linked, entwined.
 Spun rhythms surely
A meter every line.
 Strong or weak! Sign,
 What is purchased early
Leaves them all in their sleep
 Behind burning
Trailing smoke, an apology,
 Dust on the breeze,
All shattered for showboats,
 A calm gaze into the brink.
 Cowboy carving up to your knees,

Drink deep,
                   An empty well will wash you clean.

Post-evening and a time to sing, and stay.
Just another facet approaching,
Another system displayed
And how holy, another face turns away.
Entwined and with the breath for a spade,
Call me like you see it,
See one for a day.
Calm ways to bend in season,
Well, there's a will, there's a way.

               III
A flash.
In this place time seems empty,
Only a vast expanse, visible
With an open gaze,
Grooming.

What more to chase?
Make sure
And mark my eyes with chaos,
Chains sent sailing into the distance,
No harbor,
Apropos to change.

Harping! And what sense?
A part from me to you
And well I wish to witness
Every play until it's through.

And three shades form may-be and happening,
A fresh sport to entertain.
A Monday bore Aurora
Among a fog a lifting ray.

White is framed
Against the blackening,
An open palm
Against the waves,
Monday mourning misery
Among a fog a lifting ray.

While one word will lift
The curtains captain,
Fairly swift and well away.
Sweetly singing symmetry
 All is lost,
 All is lost,
Well away.

Sense for Blessings

Nom: resistance.

I saw
This business
Topple, torn asunder.
In right
And out
From under.
Wild and ripe,
Smiles so bright.

Bring me the plate that offers learning,
A suit to stitch,
Pinstripe cushions kicked.

A gun streaks red with robbery,
Such a God speaks
Startling honesty.

The scent of
Happening,
Nearly in and out
So early.
The breath
Of hasn't been,
You know friend,
Happenstance,
It happens again.

And up end
Of the beginning,
End or the beginning,
Always happening.

This one is
 Saul's
  blank,
Solomon's lake.

Seven Sentiments

Needle in the grain.

My eyes have mined these reaches,
Vast expanse or a pillow where you lay.

Why mine these eyes for speeches,
My eye is cold and vain (pain).

Secondary plane,
Your in the window
But lesson one again.

These envelopes address themselves,

Who sent and who is sender,
When is too little too late,

Pebbles for your brain.

Exempt.
Exhibit one:
Roses for your pain.

But a cold spell and even darker fortunes
Are sprinkled in your day
Everywhere
  and
Nowhere has figures too.

Tag.

Can't I'm on base.
Impress and what the cat dragged back,
Two meanings again.

And fuck it all to senselessness,
Emphasis the same:

Precedence.

Remember the letter,
Envelope, sender: same.

Seven sediments
See how they lay.

Brazen

toothpick musing
 a lingering suggestion
  rapture.

intricate with freedom
 Oceans intent
Reason with feelings
 Ocelot's revision

imprinted in sinew
 a welcome invitation
fellowship in vision

raspy threads snag, sing chorus of the dead
 the river of the wandering ones.  watchful eyes give
in time resounding in
 a signature of selection
  system for initiation
instant decision. Brazen.