Cure

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The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways
Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors

The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself
Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall

Larger

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There, the placid lake I threw my anger into
Strivings and feelings
Surface and firmament
Indistinguishable now
And although I see no green light starboard side
I’ve nothing left to try to sail
Or swim or flail
Memories softened
It’s time to take time
Take care
Dry my wings
And fly

Under The Tree

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I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me

And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life

Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n

Data Points

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Sitting nicely in her exam room
Obligatory questions asked of me
And didn’t I have to lie
Leave the crying out loud for the inside?

For, one’s home is her castle
One’s heart is the treasure
Her smile, sacred

Didn’t I have to lie
I, her patient patient

Breaking

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There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

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I will not walk with small legs
I am Green and too tall
I cannot speak small ideas
I am orange, after all

If I won’t think tenderly
What good, my white-hot touch?
When I love, as the trees
Rainbow me…caring much