Tell me my mind is not a sugar mountain.
Tell me I'm almost home. The sounds are late
on Sugar Mountain
cheeping chirping gulping
round barns and all--
Steens rises high near Sugar Mountain
all that stark fooling around. Let me
sew my faults
together. Let me
salt my alkaline.
Let the patches flatten
on Sugar Mountain
let them answer
water's question.
Fiction, Fabulous Fabrication, or Fact? You be the judge--please ask permission before copying, citing, or otherwise using any part of this blog--
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Was Forever
Forever was yesterday. At the shelter.
Cups of coffee all sugar, yesterday.
No spice forever. As a trained volunteer
you should know yesterday is
our protocol forever. Don't
you know. The proto
call?
Don't you know
the way
to Sugar Mountain
all runny
with melting snow. Don't
stop on your way
to yesterday's
Sugar Mountain.
Don't step in the snow forever
on Sugar Mountain.
Cups of coffee all sugar, yesterday.
No spice forever. As a trained volunteer
you should know yesterday is
our protocol forever. Don't
you know. The proto
call?
Don't you know
the way
to Sugar Mountain
all runny
with melting snow. Don't
stop on your way
to yesterday's
Sugar Mountain.
Don't step in the snow forever
on Sugar Mountain.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Sugar Mountain
It's a long way to Sugar Mountain
a long way to Candy Cane Lane
the ideal time to visit would be never
my only love took me there.
Way past the willows weeping
red drips like lava flows
I carved my name into the aspens
which way tell me which way
the sign is saying? my eyes are closed.
a long way to Candy Cane Lane
the ideal time to visit would be never
my only love took me there.
Way past the willows weeping
red drips like lava flows
I carved my name into the aspens
which way tell me which way
the sign is saying? my eyes are closed.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
They Crave
milk. They crave honey.
All they get is sugar.
Upside down. Shoes abusing
crystals on the floor
mental toughness
is this sliding scene.
Shuffling anger
the size of a forgotten
war. My mind gets taken away.
Alarm set to nowhere
no time. Might I trouble you
for a moment, just a moment.
All they get is sugar.
Upside down. Shoes abusing
crystals on the floor
mental toughness
is this sliding scene.
Shuffling anger
the size of a forgotten
war. My mind gets taken away.
Alarm set to nowhere
no time. Might I trouble you
for a moment, just a moment.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Silken Monday
My heart knows the difference.
Is there an and/or in my future?
This is a smooth Monday.
Boots muddy, laced tight.
My shadows are absent.
Is it fog or wood smoke
beneath the cabbage
against the crust of ice
my fingers search
for an open spot
where they died
stories disappearing.
I study the octopus ice
and also the eyes of this creature
here a tentacle there a piece.
Winter branches not touching.
Is there an and/or in my future?
This is a smooth Monday.
Boots muddy, laced tight.
My shadows are absent.
Is it fog or wood smoke
beneath the cabbage
against the crust of ice
my fingers search
for an open spot
where they died
stories disappearing.
I study the octopus ice
and also the eyes of this creature
here a tentacle there a piece.
Winter branches not touching.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Volunteer At The Shelter
Meltdown dimension of home lore
Beginning to rent horse knees--
Snoring into night just a minute my arms
Not relaxing before the kill plan
I'm walking down 13th mistaking
My identity leaning backwards
Friday, January 1, 2016
Funken
Goodbye my year
year by year
my year good ear
your ear my ear
read good mood
dear bear mad deer.
year by year
my year good ear
your ear my ear
read good mood
dear bear mad deer.
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