let your shadow do the walking
little horse race
let your shadow do the talking
let your shadow take the hit
everything goes right through him
he don’t care
he so very flexible
on rocks, on water
stretched out at sunset
he always changing every which way
depending where the light is coming from…
or how many lights are on…
or, like a flash.
and when you play with him
and dance with him
and pose for pictures with him,
he don’t mind all that.
he is changeable.
he don’t pretend he’s only one person.
he don’t pretend to have so much substance.
he knows he can’t hold onto anything.
he knows he’ll disappear when the lights go out.
rain erase me and clean my face as i stare into the sky as you fall.
rain come find me and bring your clouds the sun is burning into my skull.
rain let me taste you let me drink you and become you carry me with you to the sea.
rain help me call you help me see you and dance with you , your tiny drops all over me.
rain my sweet sister , my brother , my mister , my mama , my saviour , my disaster.
rain. yes. welcome. welcome sweet rain. it has been so long. my skin needs you.
rain come again and stay a little longer and wash me away and bring me back in
from the rain.
now inside the thunder whispers of another room.
disjointed arabesque of mountainous fortitudes.
wallover sychophants like Houdini penumbra.
whichever way upside-down space is everywhere.
fire burns always since time began counting.
everyone loves a disguise when running from the law but
no one can run from the silver lined epiphany of our deliverance.
(senseless maybe? i had to look up
half the words after I’d written them to
see what they meant, or fit, or get a clue
to what I was talking about, but, I’m not
sure I did… but I’m not sure I didn’t either).
outside in the dark
morning is blooming again.
my sleep is fitful
why isn’t it friendlier––
it is so restless . . .
where does it want to be?
october mood . how many bubbles exploding on this sleepy day expanding
chilly and grey (a real october) / and the surface of things is reflection
it goes back / it goes behind / it goes forward
into unknown crevices and surprises /
sometimes like a lightbulb / it is gone all at once /
meloncholy ambulance of thought careening down a rain soaked street (in the middle of night a weary passenger in the back (on oxygen) (passed out) then fading in (then passed out))
eyelids like translucent curtains of blood (barely separating inner from outer)
behind the screen / backstage / busy people wonder how to finish the show /
the lead player fainted / in the middle of act one /
––in the audience / a jittery impatience / while thoughts of a wasted evening / (and a monetary refund) / and their own mortality invades them.
horse was evaporating in the middle of the sun.
horse was thirsty, and missed running over the hills,
then going full gallop over the flatland.
horse was remembering,
or trying to––he felt the rain like a prayer.
horse was daydreaming (still evaporating),
a metallic mosquito bit his neck, but instead of
drawing out his blood, it poured something into him . . .
and then horse was galloping into the center of the sun,
feeling the fire wash him of his pain, running into the center
of white-hot heat, where he went supernova
and was finally himself.
beautiful vanishing ghost of memory horizon sunlight fading to red then dark
beauty of wave tension crest yearning finally breaks down the whitewater roaring
like rhinocerous charging at a semi-truck on a two lane highway outside of Dodge
City. (not a lot of beauty in Dodge City… which is a good reason to get the hell
out of Dodge). Beauty thunderous whispering inside ear turn toward fire light see
something like epiphany or salvation like the memory of where you really are.