friend

I hope you'll give me one more chance,
to picture the storms in glasses.
the wood grain is more than enough,
to feel or to taste.
for a night or a week.
with you beside me
we can be only
    ignore the great uncertainty
that rages beyond the door

life is a landslide

pure imagination, this could be the sunset you wanted pasted on your patience
sweet hallucinations of a fence bent around a world
such much mystery neatly solved and folded by the door
hot intoxication, could make the machinations stand for more
make believe things stand for something
then make you throw up on the floor

what a bore
what a fucking bore

sight is not a silent sense

you are fire in mirrors
behind me and cold to the touch

smudged
 the white noise
a train
rumbling through the quiet night

impossible to reach
not impossible to fracture

by touching only my hand
 alone to my eyes

you are alive in mirrors
you are alive

cower

run little walnut roll like the fire is your tail
spin little lyre bird you have function and a brain
can't you be the trident that pierces falling rain?

you could be a thunder clap that crashes mountains
you could be the thud of a kick drum

sleep like an ostrich
sleep like I imagine an ostrich sleeps

stand taller than that, be straighter and more upright
stand taller than a small man in a bar fight

curl and unfurl
be a boy or a girl

sleep in the belly of a cave
be frightful. behave.
be a raucous riotous grave

you too could be the sleeping wishes
found under the fingernails of the desperate and depraved

meanwhile the boys inside gut fishes and cry out for the waves.

hearts song to the shoulder blade

this is the last time,
could it be at half speed.
baby, hear me out
  could you could at least

slow this down
my heart is tripping to keep time
trigger finger stuck
 lagging behind

there is a white wall against my shoulder
there is chalk dust on my shirt
there is a brick wall caking over
all the beating muscle is too much dirt
this is the last i time.

I have fallen at your feet
I have hell to thank
but not your cold hands to hold
I have the sublime
 ethereal and insubstantial

Do you remember
coming to meet me in work
telling me to finish early
demanding I go straight
without detour

Do you remember
the wind and the rain
like a tide

Calamity will never again get you

You are erudite and important

Bathing in the now infinite water

That spans more than the whole world

When the river ached at its banks

Born to be an ocean, it broke

A word was shouted as it spoke

And it span us like a carousel

all clung tight around its throat 

with our fingers tight as mesh wire

With our guts scrunched up like iron wool

Our nostrils and eyes were dry and chapped

Cracked and bleeding