Collected Page (day 3220)

My page is not full
The lateral movement
Convulsing into jagged lurches
As inspiration
Tangles its heavy hand
On each seam it finds to bend.
So this wind will blow
Until fresh songs
Dance around tempting,
Gravity and reason
Forcing their hearts
Into a dance
That my mind will swing
And remember
A collection can be so empty.

Blueberry (day 3055)

Blueberry, my Blueberry,
She blew away today
Hidden in a tumbleweed
She rolled herself away
I looked and saw the dust storm grow
Watched the trees bend halfway down
Even saw the clouds go by
Faster than crows fly.
All I saw was a dust imprint
Where her blue suitcase had been
And my sweet memory
Of my darling, Blueberry.

Shallow Grave (day 2656)

I woke into a shallow grave
A sight not seen before
Two vegabonds and I
Had no more wine to down
So out the door we flew
To catch a dirty crew
Carrying over top their heads
Two damsels I’d never met
Who asked us to follow them on
A roundabout way towards
What none had seen before
Lost we had not declared
Yet feeling had heen long awhile
But in the end
Around the bend
We all greeted then parted ways
With the grizzly sight
We had taken to see
And took depart upon the case.

A Leaf (day 2188)

Today I watched a vine unravel it’s spine
From around a savory leaf
It lightly lay it’s beating pulse
Upon a trembling leaf
And smiled as it moved up and down
Like a fox on the prowl
I watched the leaf flaunt it’s curve
And bend into the pulse
To which the vine
Gave everything
To curl it’s furthest tip
Which lingered long
About delectably exposed veins
Sliding down to the delicate joint
That held the leaf to the branch
As a suckling lifeline,
And plucked the leaf to devour it.

Forgiven (day 1786)

Where have we gone?
I used to pull at your strings
Until you flopped onto me
In a bent and tangled release
Forgiveness
Elation
And I sang in the shower
To an angel I had beside me,
Now a memory that comes
In a state of sweaty delusion
Rolling around aimlessly
Alone and
Forgiven.

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Backward Bend (day 1489)

I want you like a snake curls,
As a peacock never ends.
I’ve made a million signs to the world
I’m waiting for just one.
Truth beyond this harmony
In a street of mystery;
Forgot an innocence only
To play abandon in the long grass;
A misconception I have waited for,
No devil I ignored.
Head to tail in a loop,
Head to tail backward bend.