floor(ed) in the middle of the concrete
looking back with the moment as the defeat

child erasing thoughts as if the crayon
wasn’t thick enough

I wake in the middle of the wake
he symbolizes
my outlet and my fate

choking on the fucking moment
how dare it come so soon
as if I had something else to say

look at her when she skirts the wit
and the jokes

showing the underlying blind
breaking into the wreckage
of the half-hearted and half-assed
beginning to end what I’ve come
to and have said
days and the moments
where all I could do is feel
the fire
and fret and
heed to a moment
where all she did is bled..
through bed sheets of her mind
her thoughts
and moments and past
and all that she has had
that was and was not blind(ed)

fevered reckless
of the thoughtless
and the books
of the grounded and the (Grateful)dead…

Flashing my tits as though I have something
To show
Racing in an ambulance of ambiguity
Rushing back and forth
And oh, how it moves so slow
The time -
For the second lifetime of
Geniality genius
Corrupts the motive behind
This venture
As the doctor reached through his words
Saw through the junkyard musician
And blunders
Of the anomaly and the precision

Seeping through the mirror – seeing
Somehow sought owned
And somehow caught undone
Just like the past and the reveal
And the motion(end)
That lies in between – the days and me
And (us)….

Clarity of words and shyness of the truth behind
The all and every cliché’ – breathing
Behind me
Refocusing on the focus swimming through my veins
Like I saw you..reaching in a blank state of wondering
Why I am here and you are there…and you are you.

Sleeping as I wake through this parade of courage -
The grapes bust open in my mouth and drip
Full-ness
As the juice slips down my lips
Like the way he called me the beloved
Anomaly of his day….. reaching for his senses
To say he misses…me and the way….

Enlisted in the future
Reverences of my holy,
my hells and this paranormal of a day.

The clouds paint me like the fly that bounces
Off passing movement and my local bar -
Some days don’t really feel like days at all
A mirrored belief that there was someone there
Instead of me

You see….

Illusions twisted through my diatribe found listless
Like my number -
It takes skill to find another way to say “No,
I’m not interested – find another….”
Because when I look around I see the future
And the so it may
Caught dancing blunders -
Simmering movement
Inside and out
And channeling my day
I found…..
I found without
Wonders…

See me….

Walking into the light basked shiny silver
Foundation
Of her found listless and why
Her body loved like her eyes saw
and, beauty entrenched the moments
and she cradles the fall
deep founded
meaningful and loving-full
of the woman
found…
Without
With(in)
With All.