poem 250 of a poem a day for 2012

it’s the entrances and exits to life that I fear

chain link fence

lightning mining

the birth tides

a bright flash staccato

fade to memories

a stuck blade

repeats every process

with a slight kilter change

from the last orbit

my skin is screaming

for my soul

to reach into me too

these thunderstorms beg

into every part of me

as if I were a king

with nothing to do

would I do

what towers of clouds do

would I dream

enough to eat

and live by

in the dark

reign of pure

desire

hurling the wires

words are boulders

in the rain, rolling

I want the pain

of three dimensions

to go away

as fast as 

the changing faces

on the news

moving pictures

bass echo roll

deep turned stone

learn to appreciate caves

because the wind knows

to find those spaces

so full of empty

it gets to carry

the rain home

like most of us 

might eventually do

but with much more patience

than any of us

might ever have

or be capable

showing

ourselves 

at these 

break neck

speeds

I’m where the wear of tire whirrs

I'm along the wet asphalt

mirroring the sky again

stretching out my light

into puppet theater

through paralyzation fields

there goes my sanity

tearing its wings off

dead weight-ing all

those bullies

boxing my pulpit

the dashboard choir

are a stop sign, right now

they church-corner peruse

they know that

I use my wordlessness

to sing my animal noises

I throttle hum my eyes

and idle my hands

I paint the most wonderful lies

on the tiles in the mosaic

I drift to understand

myself, thought

to thought trying

to find enough

broken pieces

to connect myself

to the wide world

outside

the rolled down window

that is ready

for the green light

as am I

as am I

EJR ©