Wild

We discussed chickens, horses, and cows. How wild things are. She ate hers, pent. They’re scared, as birds are. Something got inside, tiny minds. Like a feather duster turned evil. Disagreed, meat. Hence.

Once, driving through Denver at night. City lights processing. For blocks. As at the end of Nebraska. Pillow over the nose. “Hail Mary……” Till that stench is past. And “cows” again said in pure merriment. Pretending. Semi slats lit past I-80.

Maybe cheese is tormented. Suckled. Fermented. Melted. Basil, tomatoes, extra virgin. Motherless. To change the subject. Another baby elk protected. Running for foraged cover as mother kicked the shit out of a coyote. Impasse. Hungry.

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With The Flow

It’s OK, it’s not
But, there’s a thread
On the edge
To grasp onto
What the universe sent
In echoes against the ebb

It All

It was the mountain air
Too deep a breath, test,
How far to go, on forever

When looking back from
Feels light as time turns
Blue in the distance, and

Sad is nearly as powerful
As the closer sun, setting
Between peaks beneath

Pain

As anyone knows, it goes. Control. Rolled over. Self defense. Innocence. Pent. Yet, spent like a rose. Suppose, supposed to be wet. Forget yesterday. Played. It says, inspected as in glass. Brilliant. Shards scarred. Past. Passed as can’t regret. Get it. Refracted in microscopic forms. Warm, warned to the touch. Blood. Was dripped, soaked in a tub. Above what would have. And stands, down. Up from soaping, coping. Hoping like the present. Presented submissiveness. Lest fists. Fit within this aggressiveness. Lifted in never forgiveness. With bubbles hugged. Shrugged off as wishes. Promises. Left at the doorstep. When, as if. It would ever. Lesson. Lessoned like kisses. Missed. Or forgiveness. It sank. A heartache. Maybe. Intended. Indented around, found down the drain. Again, remained, reminiscent of

Ago, Today

He spoke of his brother
In the present tense it
Was beautiful to pretend
Minutes with himself

As if, printed similarly,
Subconsciously free
We speak carefully, lest
Yesterday forgets it

Found the bed alarm’s
Batteries, unarmed
To walk alone, just like
Home, a long time

In Love

Altitude sickness
In reverse, sides
Hurt, coughing in
Out, dirt, it is,

Worse, and yet it
Says who’s chart
Is supposed to be
Confidential,

Held against the
Wheezing chest’s
Symptoms, some
Synonyms of

Hands to a heart
Apart, where it’s
Touched, above,
Like the poet is

In Light

I’m not sure where I am
Concrete mountains
Fountains fall like time
I’m behind something’s
Meaningful inside to
Sleep as its night to find

 

Reaching

Alive, like a past
Petal, leaf, green
Of a cold season
Golden pinks

Deepened peaks
Speak free, sing
Vividly, wholly
Holy, universally

Say

Rhymers are quiet
Now, how did they let themselves
Drain away, damned to

Star

Since the moon
Is over the roof
I’ll whisper into
One dim room

Grayblue filmed
Flannelled and
Lit in softened
Shades closed

Light like eyes
Hold inside for
Walls reaching
To the brightest