cream please

heaven sake
down to the river lets sit
pulling grasses and slaving
sun over trees leaves move wind
water quiet eyes sing

you strum hum bring back the dying
dead fed bees honey mask
over bangs and pulled back places

she snickers black a smile forms
free tonight you called

ive never been out east in the summer
times table airtruck ride submarine
ill take you home for good and we'll cut
eachother free

id like to see that place in the grove
west wine hillbilly knight climb

we've hiked our heads in treehouse kept
dry words in bags lines written up high

shining lights on rocks save the jelly fish its ride
we hugged at sunset and then came a strange mut

taz you said it was mumbled and blushed but you love
its play and wagging back backs

i rub your hands cut boils on monday nights
oh no, youre hurt and im hurting for you
lets walk to the loop and hug once again

at the end of may

lets meet at the end of may
over grass and dirt
lean down smell lick ground smile
lets cut our hairs and bury them whole
till the end of next may
we'll go away and come back - a year

what grows from our grows?
tempted to peek
lets meet at the end of may

froze fell

two roads split (uneasily)

we've mentioned the hollow ground before hands held high while jet planes pass
you always ignored the lights and flickers, but they kept you moving on
insistant thump thump thumps on doors locked never grateful hands

there was a night you slept i held you quiet thinking feeling your bones with their own breath
sharp hangers poking through thin shirts, the blades touched my chest

we've seen eachothers eyes, during each and every song
will the memories of certain sounds fade or stay along?

we bundled in the winter hat coat shirt boot
melting snow around the spot we stood and waited for the bus
riding on the most back seat we'd hum sway to their bobbing heads
never eating anything we gush fresh thoughts and blinked wide eyes
for the city that felt alone and cold without
any one but you who sings!

our hands held knuckle tugs made promises and kisses two

magnet heads

gravel throat gotee
marked your hands at birth
given praise you scratch lines
darting back always to the cold
center wind

eyes with layered ice water ice
gentler then the yells said youd be
i miss you

wonder ifs
do we own a thread that long?

i cut my ties before i knot them

do you grace a long stem many buds
blooming year to year
giving prayer to ear to gasp sing song

esoteric meandering you
ill never forget the line
lost all the rest
my shoulders needed the words
slow arch up
after 5 after 10
we both sing now
reach me touch hold
i need you too
as you need bleed
saved in a boney bundle
he is also grasping at your collar
wrists between red and blues
he cries at night and the gloomy day
keeps him white and alone

prayers to you and me
lets send a smile over to him

vivid trace

map maker please
exercise heavy pressure -
this is the minimum image

the lines touched traversed
on chin and lips
unravel in opposition

procedures of relation
he remarked
'a contact has taken place'

no cleaning or polishing
leave it on the surface
to age
to discolor
the image will finally
come through

thumb tip pinky
shy words rebel wink
coward sinks
silent bottom shore

teaming hearts

fluttery voiced our smiling
we waver weaving small sounds
hinting through

prints together tearing up
welding in eyes your history
with mine

graced with long curls
feverish color clowning
layer upon layer - lava

cotton rests and scribble
lines of water flame cities
with a crown face frown

we walk the iceberg clearing
through the water deep
holes to meet greet pause

id like to take a hand or hair
and keep it near my cheek
smelling smile stroke a bit
waking me when tired

i cradle you at night sometimes
yet in the dreams it stays
brother mother baby bears
our eyes meet deep felt rare

and years plus ten we may believe
in a night open stars breath air
id hold you that night i think -
imprinted on my lower back
and silently id hide

forced out

green pine ivy crawl
smoothie red sun
mistaking a yes for a no

spoon in cup clank clinks
as you dress smile blue on black

hair sweep over eye
laughing to try try
stripes up calf

old dress never worn
the flies still
your gradation and mine

the question of god
plays track by track
drawing planes over patterned

breath stretch
forsee