and it may take a while

because i’m walking

there

remembering the way and the

smell of her

hair.

visions of her and the rainy

day

childhood spent asleep under

the lightsome storm

And there we were

Reunited, Clear, obscure

Trust Was imbedded

Noonday tide came shining

through

The glistening silver and

green paint shone

for what seemed like forever

behind her back

As I stared,

She in her linen whites leaned

towards

my awaiting

waking mind

And sun beat down on my

face once

again

Giving me another beautiful

reason

to await the next night

and I will follow

blindly

through the hazy deserts of

the mind

Her divine unanswered

Her unexplained design

the

city

opened up into

beautiful

hanging

Gardens

A Boone for the

mighty poseidon

As the city opened up into

beautiful hanging gardens

I walked right next to you,

close because the passage is

small

as gardens tend to grow

we arrived in a great forrest

a forrest for sure

but the floor of this forrest

was clearly the ocean's shore

on this very shore a wedding

was to be held

but the waves grew too high

and dark

we held hands well

there was nothing sentimental

the feeling was instinctual

and stark

as the wedding laid torn by the sea

tables washed away into the

tide

But the was a man

sitting at one

there on your rightside

He sat smiling, enjoying his

drink

He told his story as he began

to sink

"Mark these words and mark them well

A man's journey through a

watery hell ;

On summer's leave, under a tree

the man fell asleep

and he slept for weeks

during his sleep so deep

a girl took notice

she could not wake the beast

so she pulled him from under

the tree

and dragged him nearly a mile

over the lavender and past the

honey bees

she pulled him all the way to

the great sea

she splashed his face

and turned amazed

when Good Morning, he said

with a smile

The two fell in love

and they both grew up

the girl grew old

but the man did not

so he took his love on one

last trip to the sea

he laid her down

and fell to the ground

Poseidon , take my wife from

And he agreed

but forever more

you must stay on this shore

until your heart sets her

free."

Well by this point the man had

drifted so far out to sea

we could not hear him anymore

so then and there we left the

shore

as you walked with your arms

around me

trudge through a forrest of

sleep and shadow

my void delirious goddess

life is a frantic apparatus

after

love has it's dream

beneath the summer's

whispering rain

watch my elaborate symphony of

delicate beauty

visions of her and me together

crying bitter storms above the

flood

She is always my essential

shining gift

Be Careful not to look up my

dress

Here I am come find me!

Take that elevator down

Help me, I'm falling

Frogs!

Chasing crickets up

a wall

Floating in pink skies

Change your introspection

let go and be healed

Recollect rain skies and past

nights

As phylactories fill factories

phlaxis please heal me

what man's done to man I

cannot understand...

The madness of the spider

people

Under the trees, beneath the

sky

is where your children will go

to cry

There they'll freeze

Under your lies

Where your dreams go to die

Tierra de los muertos

let malevolent instruments

lay,

(mygalomorph)

chabaro

lithe acacia

in a shallow grave

Shhh you're so peaceful now

be still

ignore the slurring stir

across

the hardwood floors

this floral arranging of the

senses

sits on the sill

be still

let me close the window before

this

falling cold strikes you ill

be still

so pained so innocent so

silent now

Slumlords slipcovers and skin

grafts

Do you want to touch me?

Do you want to love me?

Amongst the stains, scraps, and

debris

A priest's fierce words

during a sermon

push a troubled patron

over the edge

Do you want to touch me?

Do you want to love me?

Amongst the stains, scraps, and

debris

Come my children and play

Maligna , come play with me.

colza lei che

e parte

interna guasto ha

rabato da lei

il suo

fantasma santo

Incognate

sedimentary sentiment

uproot the uncouth uncertain

pane glass stained

Dug from the earth

and switched at birth

A child by any other name...

stagnation and the visceral

effects in which there of

one's momentum slows and the

soul becomes once again inert

enriched vessels of hyperactive

children tear down the

causeways

here at the front the author

trims his dissertation

at the stead mother reads

warning labels,

and there

provocative lure calls to her

from the bathroom floor

post mardem , sink et all ,

clasp . grasp . blank stare.

in which a question is born

in which a problem is borne

encephal arthropod-borne roost

loyalty

the cry out in the first

minutes of sun

the walking slows, staggers,

and realizations are made:

.you are completely alone.

growing spores and pathogens

line your walls and the

intense stagnancy breeds

contempt

which breeds contempt

she made a dark green scarf

for me

then climbed an autumn tree

At the highest bough she

stopped

_______ did fall

.fillitin.

Abandoned child in an

Acidulous mirror cracked by

vanity

strapped to an odious

conjoined ornis

.self sustaining.

/voracious and vomitous/

Duality coursing through

it's tributary veins

as the root/river of time

flows forth

Lymphatic at best

as the being remains unchanged

until it is slowly macerated

by it's

own lifesblood bile ,

rotting to the core

a lesson for us all

instantly awoken

with septic wounds

cursing what vile doors

that may have been opened

that night

In your autumn years

summers will recede into

the shadows of their former

selves

winters will become colder

as we get older

and it is said that no one

can hold onto youth forever

but perhaps i can be that

clever.

and with church bells ringing,

morning marches on