Toulouse (day 3042)

Toulouse, my dream of maiden,
Fabric of life,
Seams of Sunshine meeting Flowers,
Crescent of the arcing Moon.
Feel the landscape of Blossom
Flowering as a wish,
For the light downy Feathers
That claim each mistake
Fall lightly beneath the big Oak tree
That protect each fair call
Like dew drops made from Gods.

Run (day 3029)

I woke my memory to a fall:
Into a vision I’d lost.
No amount of recollect
Could mimic what I had left,
So in the absence of all fear
I effortlessly bound forth,
Gathering my wit and truth.
I sloped for easy ground,
Harvesting each neuron
For the dear escaped moon
To where I left
My rambling mind
Of each blessing I had run.

Grace (day 3037)

Cash was at the bottom of the barrel
Wading through a misty mess
Growling at the moon.
Sunk my teeth into what became
Two giant hands, leathery skin,
Forcing me to hold onto
A metal bar that froze my grip
That I had only just begun
To listen to, inside voice
As bubbles floated
In infinite grace.

Tune (day 2980)

Rainbows caught me smiling a tune
Ruthless and vicious grumbling moon
Habits and rituals that cast spells
Rituals upon my inner walls
Calling out I glean my love
And scrape it down my leg
So there it is, my whisper, my tune
Which I can declare out loud
Standing humbly here.

Buzzing Noises (day 2894)

Curious shocks arose from the devilish landlocks
Arrogance broke me
A whirling, buzzing noise
Whispered to my inner brain
As if the cockroaches
Were ticking time bombs
Ignoring every asset that took steam
From the bedroom window
That never twisted,
Though the two lovers did try
And the moon did shine
And the gray faintness
Filled memories
Like a ball spinning on the floor
Ever moving close to a carpeted fullstop
Like a Presidential candidate race
On morphene and glue
Riding horses and cadillacs
Through a busy street
Crowded with patriots
Waving their flags
Flogging each other
In a time warping
Self fulfilling
Ecstasy.
Thus, no peace was found
Inner sanction
Guidance and fishing nets.

Hide and Seek (day 2885)

What did you do
When the mountain found you
Rolling over the field
Like dust in the wind
Gone in pure sin
Said the tree in the copse
For the gorge that uproared
Cleared it’s throat
In a waterfall
And clamered all down to the pond
Jumped up the bank
To hide in a den
Till the moon
Slipped behind the horizon
Then as dawn broke again
The mountain awoke
And spied what seemed him a joke.

Root of Man (day 2853)

The root of man shall be no different
Then the root of every tree
Growing wildly as advantageous
Over rocks upon the ground.

Each mystery of a turn
Formation of a bud
Callus of a wound, deep
Shimmering in the sun.

As seasons take their tide
Summer turns to Autumn
Transformational energy
Harvest moon howls night.