ten of feathers

it is the bleeding eyes, rouged, that lure a calling, craving
deserted wanderer to a new light
and from this heated anxiousness
no warn heeded
he will lift, fed and free, like icarus from his suffering island
the feathers of flight mock in their weightlessness
at the plunge into darkness
and they slowly traverse like the autumn leaves
to create a soft bedding around the fallen hero
what is it then from this space of blood and cracked earth
that will rise the phoenix
to turn again to the burning sun
again with the ten or the seven or the thirty two points
lined to precision
from this space of failure
i will meet you in the earth. in the carrion composing dirt
and we will rock and tear
and scream the venom away
and hover ever so lightly
with regathered feathers
treading lightly.

swollen doors

and in the moment of quiet
of the first taste of the day
i think nothing but to hear you
and how you love me
and to struggle to put into syntax how my body tingles
when i think you

and then
what with this
when i am lifting shovels full of dead earth
and wish to see the sun setting every evening for ever
and your voice fills my head with dislocated pining
there and not

and following you into eternity
as we have danced for eons
the fruit chasing eve
and the banishment from green
i cannot not
if this is all i ever am

and winter beckons
and my empty pillow
and the blood from my sweating hands
and the dragging hope
dust
the doors swell in the cold

torrington

i would scout here for the set of our movie
so trees. changing, will line the blue sky
and every pedestrian would know how to get
to where you need to go
with secret view stops on the way
and as the season comes for the first time in two years
the pit hollow in my guts wants nothing alone
wants warmth and dreams of your breath

triggers with miriam

there is within dark
and carmine violet
and this is all i truly own
in a bedroom size storage unit.
type in your word and webs will load
purging years of history
i am here
listening the heating breath
and the voice rising from her cauldron
i hear --
and descend into my heat
like hades losing his harp

solid at room temperature ii

what do i have to say today that i haven't said before
so let me make a list of my future
my mind map countdown red button shivering
and come back to the autumn
to the cover crop and afternoon drizzling
and the greening abouting to replenish
i am ready and i am always
waiting for the curtains
and drifting center stage for the call of the hawk

and they tell me you're a messenger
that you sing like an angel
like you're insane
and do i take this
or do i sit with your eyes and melodize our meeting truth
like it is it will be like it has always

and the nights get longer and darker
as the rope taut tightens toward you
counting like an ascension into the mountains
for a flame
for this very now.

swollen seconds

this line can take us to anywhere
and his is he first time i have remembered you
in that i need to less, these days
uncertain: potential unfolding
across national, emotional, dimensional lines

sit up straight and be quiet
listen listen yes to the vibrating fearlessness
to the snap of your eyes

trees and peaches

still and wanting, heart removed
beating through your stomach, birthed in blood
drooling dripping through dampened laundry

this is reflected off of photographs
birthed in blood
and signing autographs for twinkled eyes