Morning glory
sunlight slips through leaf
left into winter by a hastened fall
Grey floating
tule fog lifts to the grail
floating over silent mourning
river bottoms lush in daybreak neutrality
Sleeping cranes
adagio warmth drifts blue
settles to envelope my dreams
sleep breaks to hypnogagic psalms
apparebit repentina dies
fuck the imagery shit
this is now
I am shooting down 880
one handed steering this bad steeringboxcar
my write hand scrawls with swerves
morning mind meandering
when what I really want to do
is lose the ache in my gut as I lose
what is loose in mind
I am so afraid I have lost my soul
as much as I want to kiss kick cry
all I can do is quiver with a pen
quieted momentarily soothed
with whatever silver disc is on
repeat repeat repeat
See where you go when you're going
nowhere with nothing known
writing is no different than any other shred of life
twisting towards inevitable judgment days
little yellow pills and shy green eyed smiles
matter little as small gold crucifixes are held
up to the blue grey light of dawn
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