yours is the earth and everything that's in it

if i am off when you are on
and i am on when you are off
will we ever meet or simply wait forever
till we coincide

where are we safe / what must we hear?

i have never heard you yell like this
so close
so blistering
and constant thud thuddering on our palettes
like celebrity
constant capture
creatures hiding
rolling unfolds into far
but here, here it is so electric
my heart pounds electric
and i have never heard you yell like this before

entrance road

i wonder if the fox sees what is there
the trees wiggling in a rain-filled pothole puddle
the falling leaves, reds and yellows
strips of sun, like god, in rays

if he hears the birds or the drowning engines
or my footsteps coming up behind him
my gasp at his greyness, his mustard brown

does he smile at the grey mushrooms springing up between the planks
or squinch when he stubs his toe on a bridged root

does he know that this is all his?

parking lots and capos

the two: one slick, slim, ice-tea
two potted, pepsi'ed
swinging keys, slow parting
sparking engines and away
in opposites
into the shuddering night, navy
sixth fret.
thinking in their own worlds
creating prisms in each other's
like a photograph
in sepia
referenced in loneliness.
the rhythm changes -
lyrics blur -
the sighs carry large bits of worry
and perfection into the summer night
everything lies potential
and thoughts, murmured, regretful
pull the stage into single-file packages.
the city sleep at dark
the lot buzzes

glynn

paper or plastic
as if either choice isnt wiping a green somewhere
unpronounceable

it's appetizing and the mind wins with this
without any question of need

the line moves slowly
and i can think of nothing
nothing else but the time
tapping

morning

and it is like you never were
you were
here you were
and we were
and the nights were fluore-scent and melodical
and never truly wanted to end

and it became closer closer as it does
when we play together
and then it is like you never were

and it is morning
and the space is empty
and plugs rip through my soaked-sweat tshirt

how am i?

in response:

well, im reading a lot about god, and it hasnt rained in weeks here. my heart is much stronger, and im eating as well and as full as i can. ive met such nice boys and girls who are brilliant and play all sorts of things and make me laugh and cry but i wont see them after three days. im wearing skirts and i hope im praying. i think a lot and ive learned so much, too much, that i hope is relative and that sticks and stays and plays out. i'll be glad to see this follow me. i am so grateful, knowing, giving thanks, learning the balances of love. i hope this helps...tag youre it.