The Mermaid and the Sailor

Neither are very interested
and as the sun beams in
they turn back to their lives

The sailor says,
"well, i best get back to my ship"
the mermaid says,
"I don't feel like singing today"

The crowd doesn't notice
they're all busy with beer
or girls or whatever

But i was watching.

Flight

Even if it was just a simple piece of grass...

We got away

for a moment

Many Baptisms

The dead are submerged
and rise again in glory filled with the
spirit of holiness

We jump and shout in the water
as the sun bounces up crazily

I recall you there
the scent of your mouth on mine

Christ's children, all

Lord I'm Ready
To come to the water

Attack of the Mantis Machines

Marching in waves
across every barren space

They are coming.

Sinking

This building
this body rejected
in the open morning of tomorrow's glance

Tell me your tales
old brother
old skeleton

just look!
They suck your life away when you still yearn to breathe!
Every last thing pinioned against

Don't bother giving them a groan of notice when you fall

just optimistically
pour yourself
across that city
and whoever gets in the way
deserves it.

We are the New Lords

We are the new lords of truth
Simple lines
Simple words

We eke out an existence
and you never know us.

We wait for the dark and the lonely moment
(We have to flee the police for our statement)
And in garish colors we paint the structures of our hearts
on concrete walls
and you people,
you subway people,
you 9 to 5ers
you sick, money-infected, stupidity-addicted 'people'
call it a 'crime' call it 'destruction' call it 'trash' call it
what ever you call it

But
Our hearts are not silent
even as we toil the low wage job
the corner sale
or no job
we dream shapes to place into your world
in garish colors
that bleed out of us
that are us

So cover us up, if you want
We
are the New Lords of Truth
and there will be more of us
coming

The Names of the Fallen

Write here the names of the fallen
Freeway wall
silent witness
grey disciple of endless transport

See our warriors' names here written
vanquish our memories
malt liquor
mile-per-hour highs
and poems written in a language
only we
can read

RAAAR!

Sometimes there is glory in the simple child-mind

Imagination Rampant

The clouds are coming to get us!
The tyrannosaur has returned!

Growth in Dust of War

Winter is a war
frozen
consuming

We break from a false skin
and grow
new leaves
any-how

Spring is not our last chance

Our last battle
Our last song
Our last riddles
are only waiting for the winter to arrive

Out in the Distance I See

In the mists of the world
conceived
birthed through the canal of wood-spirits
held down and bathed in creeks of sphagnum
waters

The depths and the high places are my home

Let me swim or fly
or
leave me be

on the flat earth where the sun beats from between the clouds
you might find me

but watch:
I'll disappear in green
and come again in blue
soft in flight and diving.

Mesmerize

Let It Come Down

Never tear me away
from nights spent in soft snow
only the stars as witness

Set Your Table in the Green Place

Martyr museum of my mind
sacrificed causes all the while

Did you lay your table in the green place?
Did you remember to wash the blue sky from your eyes?

We leak in present presence.
We drink to go back
We shoot to go forward.

Needles and bottles
are a girl's...
(and cliche' and trailing off is comical)

Never stop the ride
Ride the never stop
Stop the never ride
Never ride the stop

Greet green grey great mists
that bumper off our heads like cotton dreams
White and Green

E'en Memoriam

Between the stretch and the brick
between the bud and the flower

Death exudes

Between the spaces of the microns
that line your soul with selves
in the space there
between the letters of the words

relay
relax
refuel

(refute)

Stop looking with those eyes

Dance a solemn pin for the gone
stone wanderers

Leave a poppy on the graves of the Soldier Saints
One for your memory and one for mine

Stretch, Blocked, Flowering