Creeping Along With Horns

This is what we rode Out to the far pastures Like we would never return The favor the time mourning Their arrival chance withering So what will it be like What will it be inside The same place disappearing Into another room nodding When I left when I took lunch A wine or champagne bottle It was weird spooked me The next round I don't feel

It Is

The past always Mind a leaf On the shelf Where I live Inside an almond In another poem About the forest Or is it death That I dream Every second life My twin a shadow Sitting embroidering Sunflowers and branches Curved and winding Pine needles cedar boughs Near the water Where I go to be With you

Next Life

And what did I know of My next life? What splendid Moonscape dancing Delicious rubble Heart long left behind Bones part of the beach

Time Is Music

Could we have anything better Time is music the lights finally cozy music with fire lights half on a thin glass between us goodbye for now

Poetry Post

Were they drunk in that stance ole buds love them both forever the same arms so crooked hearts so warm everything moment being there the two

This One's On Me

Trade the day for night and you have my mind all the other breaths Tangle up that moon in thigh where doesn't desert begin This news floats me How can it all be said when nothing has been said smeary glass the rain smearing

Oro Gold

Yello I mean the catalog Like in Bi-Mart it's not pastel Almost a neon kind of like This table no a thorn not Super thorny a long piece To it the yellow one Yellow was indicated

Not Gigantic

Medium hilly slight Savannah let's just say More than a handful depending Past shelf life nearly expired what use now but extra That's where they look on their way to clean or enter something into the database numbers no broken cuticles there so suck that way my left one

Window Plant

It isn't pot as far as I can tell in the dusty window of the House of Records where Rob stood hours eye on the ball and everything else

Bri Bri

My fav boss at the U Bri was cool such a nerd told me to quit and I did not Smoke me when I had em

World View

That was my view at the time couch, table, sea, pie My longing for the raspy quiet dark melody is your song for me or just for the reaches

Ran Into

We ran into the woods too late but still to see the dripping happening. Tangles. You were there the fruit the harvest all the other seasons. How do we speak of this? I am tired. Are you too many gifts I have foretten nothing.

Building Deficiencies

The day is the night Good morning moon Change over You'll love the new

Sheeple

And there's the steeple.