(2015)
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
Out There: everything waits. half lit sheds, and fields of sheep, an ambling man,
I sailed away to cast my fate, on the shores of Catalina, but after toiling thousands of mil… I find the grass is much less gree… All the wine in wine country,
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
Run. Until your legs disown you and when you stop hold on to the thunder of your bei… fight through the chocking air,
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
Swiftly the bird sings something not heard before like a cosmic power I wake, at last form my Ultimate Sleep(TM)
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
I gotta feeling this is coming to a close the loop around the world has but one way to go too many men
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
The sporadic line of mallard men, jostling through the cabin, bills rattling first class vocals. Ducks in a row, Almost clones,