We fooled around
Like sweet angel dust
Rusty six strings
Strung upside down
And I began to love you
Anyhow
Just out late
Past city lights
Market nights
On and on
We fooled around
Forgiven moonlight
And I have what it takes.
Tag: light
Secretely (day 2349)
Secretly I whisper to the eyes that hold but little space for me
An awareness that belongs not to my soul of desire
But to a lost alarm clock beckoning for another hour
A window catches a blinking light somewhere in the horizon
While a cat sadly roams about the hall with a limp it cannot heal
Desolation is a lingering affair amidst night before’s busy streets
Where once fireworks begged for mercy in the air like dragons nightly play
So I shall talk at odd volumes to hear my voice again
Though no memory shall recall the words that secretly danced
Amidst uneven sidewalks of a forgotten despair.
Snow in Darkness (day 2076)
As lights went out
We sat in darkness
Snow had left its mark
A dusting upon the heart
And what remained
Heartbeats ever darkness
Covered the world as mycelia does
Spinning moon shadows
Weaving and cutting
Familiar objects out of a new world
And our eyes focused lazily
On fire keeping the warmth.
My Arbutus Tree (day 1789)
I’ve wasted the jewels of my heart
On my arbutus tree, left
As bark peels my solemn movements
Into a windy road
Lightly misting with a dark mystery
Of dusk setting in
After a long day traveled.
I cannot see for the light,
I cannot hear for the wind,
I cannot feel for my fingers
Have started to scratch too idle
At my knees, left
So bare of a kind woman’s touch
And settled on my mind
With gnarled wisdom in the spine
Of my arbutus tree.
Into a Hole, A-ho (day 1745)
I wonder, pacing back and forth in the middle of light,
Is there something that’s become thus turbulent undertow?
Have I designed such fit for feet of strangers?
Long walks alone in a forest captures my heart,
Where has thy sweet sun crept away to? I ask in earnest to nodding nuances,
But no answers come back, though I implore twice for free.
Meanwhile slow approaching whisps sling past in a haze of unkempt mystery
Shrouded in man-made asphalt that collects at its side big puddles
For jumping.
And yet my friends among the silence who stand motionlessly absorbent
Carry weight of history so thickly my stomach begins to grumble,
My breath begins to abate me, and a slow tear finds its way into a hole.
So my wandering takes me back to a place I’ve always been
A question that’s never left the tips of my heart-hole that resists coldness
Keeping my toes so at night but warming my soul into abundantly undone.
Sun of Gold (day 1719)
I cannot see my emptiness
I cannot see my soul
I’ve lost the world
And settling in
I’ve begun to just let go
But pity thou
Who thinketh they
Can forge a path of light
With only fangs
Set for one
Darkness to all else
So can I see
Or do I fret
About yesterday’s chance
If I, for one
Could see this choice:
Empty my sun of gold
Valiant Horses (day 1609)
Without a lying centaur
There is hardly room for flight,
Hardly time to come around
Into the battle ground
Without a thousand windowsills
Fighting to see the light,
I’d never be able to win a lady
Like eyes of my dear Queen Night.
Without a legend to run away
Into the darkest fight,
What good would valiant horses have
If days were love and gait.
Without a trail of mystery
What good would bows and arrows be?
If animals had thicker skin;
My time is coming in.
Down Below (day 1588)
Can you hear everything I said?
Is the light here turned down too low?
I am coming out of my oblivion
And I don’t think it’s alright
To mend those sidebars and widgets
Until the storm has passed
And we’ve long cleared the roar
Coming from the spear-tipped legion
Down below.
Morning Ritual (day 1565)
My morning ritual is equal parts balance and disregard.
I curl out of long embraces
And yearn for another warm
Set of arms that can caress me
As coffee does.
My heart is ready, and embraces
Randomized patterns of light
Streaming through South-East facing windows,
And entirely unready for children screaming
As they bounce their balls
Through the playground across the street.
Even conversation is hard when my thoughts still linger
About webs my subconscious wove
Whilst I rested a while.
And here I am, embracing dry, heat infusing sun
And stepping naked into boxed rain
That shall strip me of these memories
And click restart
For a clean day I shall reign.
Grandfather’s Shop (day 1557)
A sentence was all I wrote
On a dusty pad of paper
Laying on the old workbench
Inside my late grandfather’s shop.
I knew he was still around there,
He spoke to me in hanging machine parts
Scattered about full walls.
Then I whispered goodnight
And turned down the lights
Making sure the heavy door
Was shut the way he’d shown me how.