You will have your day. Thanks Mindi!
Today wins
this time is
in evolution
here I am
belonging
in the present tense
surfacing
just like the last time
believing
like never before
in matters
beyond me
beyond the moment
now
it is certain
no languages
have characters
to ascribe
to now
to
the crickets inside
my hide
There is the passion
in the arms I look forward to
where the main beam
has branches
and I’m off too
find the leaves
surrounded and shrouded by the air
imitating water
or fish
imitating the birds in their flocks
as schools taking turns
behind the eddies of my legs
They say they are haunted and
that they are superimposed
into another world
as they go forward with
the nets
with the line
with the gift given of time
to belong in the place where
we were born
to belong in the place
we belong
So I stand bugging
and believing in more
that love and poems
really do have freckles
that the trout do too
If I could just for once take a leave
of this place
(truly)
I would find my
best breath
hidden under the lime and sticks
stuck to the rocks
as bricks
holding down the beds and redds
of another place
I’m big
I stretch my arms
I snatch the sun
waste no time making it
come to me
in the path of a bee
stars slide around the corner
and inside
it is just vines
or wine
of love in thyme
I express by the heat and
the oils
of the earth
I’m planted
made
make permanent this place
this grace in time I move
on
it is love in mind
love is not timid
it is love in so much as it is
the fuel of God
to leave me like this
and tells me
Do Not Be Afraid
It’s certain at times
to speak
is failure
It’s like lies on the fly
or
a telephone full of shit
that is a constant in your day
when ramblings of a bent mouth
are the only proof to share
is the only proof you exist,
which just dare we make more than
sounds
that it should’ve been love
we chewed on
maybe our tongues
could’ve been the proof
to have won
there are lies
worth waiting
to hear
there are lies
worth living
to tell-
illusions in the brick
make sense to
the mason or
a man
who needs to lean
