Again, again...

again, Ophelia

full with breathing water
watching the form of fear, then the undulations
of shells into sand into
feet and fish tugged up, soon

Selfish with a smile and the illusion

of time -- what is it?
Temporal, then sliding like that

Tide unmeasured by the next
work
in symbols
Open a better collision than fences and hooves

As song brings summer now
It is winter so what about a cigar, babe?

A sweet one to run
down the stairs
out of the bar
Should be suddenly
laughing into you
Then, you
Know it is
the bedroom, then
the confusion of

Is it God?
or, it is mind sliding through
a semiotic dream
in heightened electrical energy

In the hands
a handwritten letter, then a sitting quietly
Always with this unborn child
in all this living that is
The dressing of new lace

not thinking
about what you are not, you are
the ocean, then you are always
tracing this form emerging again
from sheets sinking into another
twist of the torso and more hoof beats

where what is, is
true, then you, a new version

again Ophelia

full with breathing water watching the form of fear then the undulations of shells into sand into feet and fish tugged up soon selfish with a smile and the illusion of time what is it temporal then sliding like that tide unmeasured by the next work in symbols open a better collision than fences and hooves as song brings summer now it is winter so what about a cigar babe a sweet one to run down the stairs out of the bar should be suddenly laughing into you then you know it is the bedroom then the confusion of is it God or it is mind sliding through a semiotic dream in heightened electrical energy in the hands a handwritten letter then a sitting quietly always with this unborn child in all this living that is the dressing of new lace where what is is true then you a new version

deepen in

the linen of my pant legs listen here for the fifteen year old faith returns there in a second opening of the mouth mustering yet another night of one whole sleep alone dear closing hands are soft and curled limbs crash in there another crack of light and the girl playing Spanish guitar in the other room is her kiss on my cheek and a sweet wool blanket where you could be honey in my tea baby skin stumbling in again with your tequila and a bit of lime a bit of salt on your wrist i have not slammed into your chest then it is suddenly i am sure i would faint quick please come here in the pub with a harmonica and a mandolin with your voice i will not forget

gravestone's the reminder

the poet painter born on Valentine's Day the day I died strikes me running errands a gentle sway along Route 66 in the sun delectable phantom breathing through yogic postures for hours prayer lights the female vertebrae questioning the drink of Sherman Cigarettes with some self created sister crouched predatory green eyes taken for blue cocoons won't take it all too seriously cooking artichokes when there are no excuses for our feet found black boots sturdy yellow stitches planted without denying the sprouts continually bursting pear blossoms float scrambled Freudian logic slips killing the scientist in me the need for proof submerged while I live on appreciation touching the world's taste of ginger hearing zills a bass plucked with fingers grasping lavender chocolate Pete's Ale and the sense of sex being here for a moment

the one creeping

out of the cave dressed in absolutes identify me now carrying a shadow to the crazy one light there i lift it there in the symbols you insert your thought probing abstractions and a pair of lips then follow the line down to another anchor in fate and the fiesty piano of my heart as a curiosity and a fumbling will that is of the Samurai sword then a confused will you dance with me please take the laundry now and do it already driven to new distractions and then the sudden halt now turn and look close into another delicious wrinkle seated in the chair beside you lift me into Emerson i am a Stein then a pretty Hejinian writing persimmons and philosophies into the question of my boots please leave them without expectation these suspicions as the gentle fur awaits strong leather for a pair of spreading legs and an abdomen echoing an abdomen screaming into the hairs that reverberate in that cavern the filaments that emanate from your expanding pupils gulping another candle lit for you again bent limbs through a new cathedral 

breathing here

i dig small sand motes around feeble walls the tide will wash away there the context shifts where B street intersects second then first this heart defines the places to go sending up the white flag in the center of your palms are pressed sensitivities stepping back into linear reality unable to find another existence tugging on the barnacle encrusted anchor when the electric bill comes and the bank account threatens your pockets find there must be something allowed the uncanny i wish to be tangible skin touched by the laugh of medusa uttering the gentle song of kalliope finding women are all places inextricable from men rooted in continual motion

in the gut

displace it my lost fierce hey tiger haven't we met before dichotomy this humanity i am in and outside social nets the fringe crystalized this emergence brilliant scary color we speak in Irish accents over tea she writes me love notes in Spanish through electric currents because i loved my refrigerator more than my perforated flesh in ecstasy over music wondering about nicotine i hand the beggar two dollars hand to hand him a prayer wrapped in green that is me alone as everything leaves me in unity the art breathed in the grocery store line that is a kiss with tongue curled the road meeting the sidewalk following me the cat wrapped around my feet thoughts in my chest a red tail hawk in blue reverberation of her guitar touching everywhere countless flickers of grey matter moaning my heart palpable feeling of evolution