I plan to conduct an experiment
And I hypothesize
That I can conduct The symphony
Of music to the skies
After which, I’ll conduct The lightening
-its electric gaze I’ll hold
Conduct then I will The interview
Of a soul centuries old
The music, The lightening, The interviewee
They function together as one
Can you imagine the final scene
As they masterfully come undone
I love you
The clouds coming uninvited to a sky distinctly my ownYou bother me
The never-knock hellos and the after-the-fact goodbye kissesYou should know
The daytime dances and nighttime sunshowers are all I desire and seekYou silly clouds; I love you, you bother me -you should know
I see absolutely
Only the blues on the scapes of us
Nothing more
Nothing less
I said, I see absolutely
Only the blues on the scapes of us
And I see a song coming on
Do you think you will
(this touch of gold you possess)
wield it forever?
Your humor is fierce
You come in like a lion
June will tame you. Down.
In advance of the rooster’s dutiful proclamation
And the bitter coffee’s been brewed just for me
Joy!
Even before the Sun slinks forth to perform my favorite dance
I’ve been wrapped ’round and awakened
Some morning
Been pressing buttons
Panic
Pleasure
Pain
And otherwise
With abandon
Without permission
I should have asked
What scares you
Where do I end and you begin
How much can you take
Shall I press on
Lie down on your belly
Face hovering over the wet, cold mud
Tell your tales of undying devotion
When I wipe clean your face with my own, let’s see what I seeIf I believe you
I will invite you
Breathe In (Will you)
Breathe Out (let me)
Breathe In (take you)
Breathe Out (to the)
Breathe In (places)
Breathe Out (you must)
Breathe In (go?)
Breathe Out (Say yes.)
I know all the places that I want my feet to roam
To start with, I bow down at the tall Tree that I call Home
My eyes intoxicated by each knot where I fall short
I think my tree’d endulge me a slow swing and a high fort
I’ll want no fancy curtains and no spark’ling countertops
In this fort all I’d wish for are our books and the treetops
And please, two chairs, two cups and tea in case I receive guests
Then one last thing, a strong table where roaming feet should rest
You should see me.
Soft, hard.
Curved, chiseled.
Synchronized swimming in hope.If the last time around today, you said “I’ve loved you,” forgive that I did not hear the splash of you landing next to me.
I apologize for the poison in my ears and beg your pardon for the lead in my lungs.These days are funny to me.
As I learn how to float, I mimic the small frys and water bugs frolicking around me.These days are strange to me.
As I strengthen my kick, I feel the distant hands of Some Kind Of Sea Creature softly holding my back.My fins feel fine and you should see me.
