i looked alive

this is where we smoke
and the becoming comes returning

holographed in spark-lights
loving too much better feeling
and the rest step stops like we thought
decaying in grey silver something
wondering what is pointed

the surety of self is intermittent, unapparent
that part of living is extra credit

synonyms scaring it away,
an eye exacting out of context

I like doing seasons
     I like the rarity of barley

when you rain then evanesce
     you’re upping the subtlety

your spirit ages quickly and things happen
     I lose my sense of taste waiting to taste

8/19/12

interesting in a set
you tough zebra   or soft lion?
I can’t decide then    or this morning    the sun is too much   and the box fan is off in the box

we have fine lines in common
     and self-triage skills
I’m planning a headache in advance

you need a caravan
   I need an entourage
      we oughta skate this one night

or one night in three or so
twice or three times   if you count mornings like I do

8/20/12

an untouched diamond with skin-deep ink

if I stay too long    it’s cuz I want to    for your attention
   let’s put our coincidences together on a loose day off
     it’ll last all day

you’re no man’s frontier
let’s spend time hitting the snooze button     and not tell anyone anything anymore   if certain things make a morning
like a hiccup that never happened
    let’s break a body of law

when he walks by me on Broadway   he knows where I’m going     I’m achieving deep red dreams like he’d never believe   he’d never believe how easy it is

he gets the last bad word   and knows it    uphill in shame and away from your wired lips!

it’s a long story for this empty cup
   they’ll pay good money for these nervous butterflies

8/28/12

if you know where one stop is
you know where the next one is
it’s best viewed in dim light
like watching crows in their landing

find you in a forestry congress
if it’s here when we return we’ll know it’s important
if it’s gone
we’ll know it was vital

it’s easy to get it where you don’t want it
it’s hard to get it to land right
bus shaking the blood from your ears

this madness is just a matter of course    your vapor tiger just happening to warm to me    and my breathing again

off by an inch    off by a meter
but they land in tandem
   this is where we apply the term literally    do not block the hourglass

all I want is a rodeo with Shakespeare performed
we’ve forgotten how far subtlety can go    we gotta suffer for something    it’s only fair really

you’re a mystic with golden wrists

8/30/12

hate that wind exists to be earnest

   is wishing driving wash
   want to see an ocean

drop eyes down willing wells
seize an apunctuate in watermark
   halls grown up in
groan against the hated wind
move a muscle in this direction

   one empty stomach on a
      stooped morning
   two in smoky front seats even

a canyon canto for elbow enchantment
hate that wind won’t bring you here early

8/30/12

anodyne eyes   blue night spirit before me

she’s a disappearing act through any door she chooses    her binary star is blue and gives 20/20 visions

I can’t put it away or hide it
I’m run through  run down  at heels  that impale my vision

if I studied her dark mysticism
I could see through walls

we’re dancing around it    the articulate physical effect of sound
   punctuated in moments under blue     moon’s full and it’s filling up gaps    unstopping the stoppable    making a new table of elements and mercy   standing two weeks away and ten degrees uphill    her pendulum tick-tocking off into the night

8/31/12

painting your nails on the bed     watching me

the joke of it better than its reality

8/25/12

I don’t retread on what I’ve said to you
I don’t re-read on what I’ve written to you      or for you
I don’t even read or listen to my outgoings to you

there’s too much gold in your world      change it to wood
change yourself on a wooden furnace in a forest   touch your hand to your head to read your thoughts    pay attention to lights    watch that yr excuses don’t bump into mine   or conjoin us

you’re worried about welfare while I think about the value of the Real

my equations are bigger than yours
my sets stretch beyond yr brackets

8/26/12

you’re made of finest sugar
you’re made of fake shine

deficient in human vigor
you’d spit on a servant’s spine

eyes of your ilk see monies reflect divine
my mind has soul-spirit substance ducats can’t define

you didn’t know this:
  there’s more in my mind than in my pocket     and every round that’s ever been squared

you need a dose to dowse yr demons
your  ”our”  suggests a field of play
    a fiscal cul de sac for you to sway

your romance is a commerce in books I’ll never touch or break   
  like untamed horses you ride through sanctums    you’re frowning in my kitchen
       and I’m slipping out the back

humanity requires humility
    didn’t you know that?

8/27/12