Sleeping
in sky
blue nestled like
a canoe floating the
skyways dreamward in the cathedrals
of
southern france
drifting stoneward towards
the precious blue stone
embedded in the rippling saskatchewan
grasses
I whisper
soundlessly summer smoke
seen rising in the
sighs of restlessness you came
as
an angelic
messenger dressed in
white no more than
a cloud in a moon
lit
night a
gentle fury seeking
a way to follow
the heart no more once
more
forlorn the
city of quiet
desperation beckons and
I wonder how the
rain strays defying all reason
lowering
the cradle
of hope down
from the high and
you are still and you
are
not you
winding beside the
other not lost living
the questions fiercely a
shadow of what may become

Implicit Stillness voices
the passing into ourselves
lie in deep rapture
sleeping in revelations
creating a grace of seeing
and listening
an ecstasy of understanding

being and time
white roses
rising through
flesh

Unless the Heartstreams towards light
when the wedges drive into nowhere
the sleepscraps plague
and the needshards implant
like dark buttresses of the lateworld
despite forced ripe disappearance

look, look
don't squint

the radiant dust darkens to gray the sky
the dry skin cracks and bleeds
the stranger whispers endlessly repeating again & again in the cycles of time

we are told
back then
lest we forget
dust in the sky
dust in the eye
don't squint against the prayer & blasphemy

who was it that died coughing

A Net Trapped a net
wed to the howling wind
piling wreckage upon wreckage
mutely on the festering scar

the ants scattered
as I sifted through the lost thousand years
no survivors, no remains, just the thought alone
nothing can ever be fixed

crashing bins fall on your head
indexing bits of snatching dead

car horns annoy well into the night
headache headache waiting for light

above the chaotic din a petrified screen
small glass shatters dazzling and unseen

no more mention of the face or eyes
examine the template before it dies

march on towards nothing towards nothing lies rest
please accept this fate held too close to the vest

laughter disappoints the cries of silent scratches
nails bitten bleeding holding unlit wooden matches

smell of sickness caught in the throat
take hold or be lost in heaven's smoke

good night, good day, good bye.

Blue, Blue, brown
the window frames the psyche
the bent knees reflect the inner images
this is the language of face & body

terror, terror, tears
an unacceptable violation
question: pathological or not are you sure of your own sanity?

Tearing Of Tongues
from their roots
surveying the regions
of unkissed death
& plunging
into the heavy swarm
of words
the pieces
stirring
fragmented
madness
depth by depth
the substance
tenderly
relocates
into exile

Ancestral Abyss
there in yesterday's scheme
recognize the farce
thou shalt not
thou shalt not
shrivel before the false fire nor let facism flaunt its stake
tell the desert you are populated, exalted, indivisible & impenetrably yours
stand fast in a far-reaching harpoon of silence
stand behind the splinters of skull evermore serene

beyond yourself lies your fate
prayer-siloes

Grown Weary and dayblind in the storm
the flawed heartstone infects the approaching mindward
diedown newborn scab
for the twisted and torn fate breaches the urgent life-lines
hide yourself within the death chat shelter