Here I call out your name
Into our empty guest bedroom;
We’ll never be the same
In the ol’plantation tree.
Listen to these windows
Into each others arms,
Passing through blue sunsets
Mistaken for innocent faith;
Unsuspecting memories
And I’ve drawn out your name.
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Ashram Day 4 (day 1407)
A grain of sand
Had my name on it
As it blew across the beach.
I watched it go
To and fro,
Just like my friend the bird.
The grain of sand
Paused a short while
Under a shady tree,
And here I stayed
To watch life be
Delighting about the sea.
Cold Sky (day 1396)
I’ve handwritten hate notes
From left to right,
Memorized verbiage
And recited it (in vain).
But every time your
Sorceress’s purple slash
Glowing culdron green hair
Circles around my mind
And escapes in little
Involuntary gasps,
I remember your name
And speak kindly of love
We never shared,
Of memories we never bothered
To sculp. For time,
Like lost memories,
Has slipped between our footsteps,
Taking our visages
Out from in front of
Ten foot windows
To Leave our strange encounters
Reflecting like
Clouds in this cold sky.
Roses with a Name (day 1389)
Lost at home
Inside muddled and laughter
That strangles and whispers
And tickles the tips.
But what of wild roses
That line the garden path?
What makes a heart shine
When all about is hard rain?
Come hither, mad man,
Come into pure mind.
Make out faint lines
Beyond a place called by name.
Identifying Marks (day 1382)
How does a day slip away?
How does time float on by?
Left alone wondering why
On my mind on my mind.
Footsteps echo loudly
Walking down a dotted line,
Catch a moon and hold it high;
Forever wild at heart and free.
Darkness is pure daylight;
Speakers louder then heartbeat.
Walk into a no return lane,
Find a door that marks your name.
Sewn With My Name (day 1285)
When you whisper my name a thousand miles away
A little fairy floats from you on to me
With a gift wrapped in satin, sewn with my name.
Moments keep building through conquest and torture,
With every gamble perching icicles upon our brows
That tickle and fancy and etch out our fate.
My deepened breath at the sight of your fairy
Keep me awake, for no thought should go wasted;
No lingering memory or heart pitter-patter missed.
Just like my serpent, I’m alive with no name,
All else flickers and slithers; lost into bane.
‘Goes here with my fairy, a thousand miles away.
Gray and White Breaks (day 1283)
Can you follow me upon a speeding star
Along wild roads where wind’s through our hair?
I’ve never been out past the seasons mild rain
To be seen once again by the woman with no name.
Long walks together carry a rhythmic harmony
That pulls and begs and lifts love, my name.
Like long winded breaks I’ve fallen over you
Where tomorrows forever will champion my heart.
Hurtling and spitting with venemous fury
Gray and white breaks shall be my amorous flurry.
Should ever your fancy be found to be unstrung,
Let my guiding thunder be the reason you run.
And all over islands, heated by warm sun
Shall be our own quarters, to dine in gay coitus.
Leftover Vixen (day 1208)
I’ve discovered a vixen
That wears death for flair.
She screams murder in the morning
And lifts weights with far off eyes.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
When leftover bottles
Start to yell “Yellow,” and my name,
I take offense to my obituaries
Scribed middle stanza.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
And late night as I’m wandering
Your plans flicker through my mind,
I’m leftover and gangrene
Slithering naked on the floor.
Yellow Flavored (day 1174)
I whispered to ghosts
Who sang out my name
[No more shame left in
Wooden flowerpots]
Life is a gift in
Yellow flavored
Setting sun lines.
[There is never loss]
Of cycles continued;
Webs in the wind,
Land is my name
To the edges of yellow.
Pretty Name (day 1150)
Nothing ever stays the same
And all we ever get is rain
So if you catch a ride
And let it slide
I’ll ask your pretty name