for j-35
July 27, 2018
rejoin
quantum particles
your orca child rests
lead her
feel her return
as you let deeply go
noir
June 30, 2018
if the sea peace on your skull
blue green moss for the temple
white would a smoke sacrifices sweetly
ever give her reason returns to brain O Athena
groves of bones grab your tools and biggest pallette
back to us it would the world is turning in mid air turning
be a flower of blackest flowers golden roses lilies tulips daisy
light like spaces surrounding seeds spores bracts whirlygigs
the words we use to enchant one all petals blossoms moss
the other for your headache
The Music of the Moment of Aware Present
June 14, 2016
the road is time
road is space
road is gravity too
crumble light into photons spread as a gravel path to now
the road is teacher
a patient road
only road is loyal
tight as we can
September 7, 2014
in camera
the frames moving
ensphered in time blood
dictates the loss of a whole world
irretrievable we all hold onto your string
michael brown beloved
among us missed
death card (for robin
August 15, 2014
old fences new gates
fear that torrent of raw honey
sweet beats me to my dreams
separate we are not we
we are strung together
harmonic crow language
passage
#557 Arbitrary Moment Coming To Pass
December 31, 2013
Tender is the swimmer
far out in the ocean of light.
Bright star dances tonight.
I am possessed by my dysfunction,
jangle and clang, chime and hum.
Human to the core, human to the stars,
my violence precedes my time.
Time to sing no more time to weep,
no more time than now.
#556. for antoinette before the first blizzard of winter
February 14, 2013
old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train
there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks
#555. short story
January 30, 2013
he said, the first time i look into your eyes
i must know that these eyes
may also be the last eyes
i see before the gift
is given to me.
she asked, what gift?
death.
then may i hold your hand?
#554. swan
January 15, 2013
swan
how is it
you left me
here on this earth
alone and remembering
tears are not just salt water
they are the sea
#553. old year new year
December 31, 2012
tell me a story
a story as stony as time
time is not the story but the stone
standing under the tree out standing in the rain
leafy fingertips brushing lips trusting truthful diamond rain
a new universe in a communion of umbrellas
Zevstar 