I listened intently to what I thought was my heart
found I should've eaten that song breathing in
the looping architecture of madness, when I could
she jangles keys
please and knees
into the lift
of what being
embodies
when so driven
to live for love
you work
four-letter gums
you wield what works
and coffee has always
had the after midnight shift
I once had
all my marbles
they've spun
and guttered
along ways
to the here
this poem-let
seems to get stuck in, too
now I imagine rabbit holes and mirror garb
the windows open and some neck swaying
lean into me music playing
I want more
'tis all distractions
meanwhile label-less anti-party wall adornments
miraculously appear
though each set of eyes
sees a different pattern
was told that the idea of order
would wear off
eventually
faceless cabals divvy up
commoditized material Earth
to build their golden steps replete
w/ soma-esque opioids: religions,
all the way to the heavens
from which they came...
and
do not forsake
aggrandizement of truth
from the fringes
for in these hinterlands,
the mothers
of every barker-ed enticement,
consume you emotionally
some poison for questionable
benefit of all clauses
supposedly hard-wired
suckle us comfortably
so slow so as not to notice
death or at least
the caged paralysis
information overload
wet-nurse shard
drives naked hunter more
what we never comprehend
starves us, fed this way ...
eventually old map maker soul
rolls bones, stoning corners
each time death nears
I fold paper too
wanting
to find
some
thing
helped myself
seek roots again
gently removing tomato plants
from little plastic housing
digging soil
clearing gnarl
and rocks
made the holes
where the Sun goes
full of eggs
over turned loam
larval almost(s)
Sun angles in
noon tine-d moving
boil slowly
early birth sequencing
ends of pitched forks
we never seemed to raise our voices again
after that night, our songs, caught like kites
in a mad sudden wind, trailing off
whistles and howls
She wore a slippery crown
was shapeless between forms
there were many voices
clamoring to be bowsprit
what I get here, herding heard
is stained by Love near what
of me forever wears
we went about
the daily grind
slip noose shouldering the load
how would we drag the sky
to the well tonight
we thought
thirsty w/ more
when you watch death
eye cornering us, misty ramparts
the boneless declarations of soul
are seen as scent holding us to memory and a life
she kisses things
with her eyes
limbs behind blinks
between the observations
were fingers where
she held wombs
she went about
trees and grasses
when in Summer
so we gathered provisions
along the snaked dust
we did what we could
eyes peeled, wary to trust
as chances came, decisions
are all thoughts variations
of original want of love
do we observe asymmetric(s)
as numbers in arrays
2 form pattern choices
velvet embraces made
places eyes went
following nose
I choose to find nothing
I dumb down ever seeking eyes
cede the world to my nose to smell indifference
its white picket fenced lies
I heard being alive is Love
but what of death I thought
is there awareness after, where
the conscious mind
has brought me along
for the ride
being on the go
glove and shovel ready
EJR ©
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