Outside my Window

That seeping bliss driving back the abyss Gnarled fingers twisting in the night

Mountain Bourns

Here the bourns abound In spring they’re born Such little things That wind their wayThrough mountain sidesTo feed the river valley’sFlow

Sacred Springs and All Wet Things

The water in which I bathe is stolen From the bays And rivers How can I claim To need it More than theEarth which my Life has borne

My god, My god

Who is this GodWhose alter I throw Myself beforeProstrated, begging?Who is He whomBids me act?Who calls me To serviceAnd disservice?To warAnd to peace,Action andInaction?What sacrificeIs demanded ofMe, My love,My life,My fate andMy soul?

Song of the Sea

there is the tide calling out to tell the  song of the  crest, trough and swell it  rises and falls  with the moon her face the  waves long to  touch

Duality

I hate this houseThis streetThis city This state This nation This world I hate I hate I hate I love the grass The meadowThe forest The valley The skyThe worldI love I love I love When did we Decide to build This cageTo seal our heartsAway I don’t want To hateBut I can’t Stand to …

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Tuesday, March 9th at 5:37 P.M.

They’re bringing out her cake They beat him to the ground She claps her hands, they light the candles He vomits, they don’t stop They all start to sing, loud and discordant They’re howling now, he struggles Happy Birthday to you! You worthless fucking cunt! She blows out the candles They jam the gun against …

Reflections

Late afternoon reflections Sky puddles sprinkled through the snow

The Evening Sun

The evening sun blazing in the skyI can feel dripping downdripping down mybody meltingaway

Aphasia

The word is caught On my tongue I know it  Means A question The sound I Hear in My head is Wrong I’m trying to say What I mean I don’t want  Help I know Why