dimmer with each breath—i was afraid it would all go—

tumbling from my winter closet

it all did

in fact

i went into the nearest cave

and sorted my abilities witch,

wizard and magic slave soldier

put myself into that envelope

mailed myself away, rings and

fantasy sizes all in one folder

manila colored

and just said out loud

so i might get it now

grow up man

she loved me

still

so now

oaks riddle this line

owls riddle this rope

swinging to a boat

easily

peacefully

drifting

and i am clicking in the gear with a start

position and a breath

breaking the rocks in the orange juice quarry

and dreaming again

about horses

girls

and

all that stuff i learn while i am down for the day

with

new ideas about how to stay put

while

everything goes rushing by in the dull mash

me here

in the hover

Plus Dreams

Plus Dreams

okay so it goes like this—

word clutter, endless—

thankless pitiful days

are planted and ready

and we are a new winter

already

but blip clang zap go

machines at night and

most of the time i am not

as much sad

as i am just, well…ready

and nothing goes as fast as

this

whatever this is

this

which comes with blurheart

and repeat fizzle-stutters

this

which holds me to the pen

and

words guide the fastening

of a bushel of new days

plus dreams

Our Hearts, Okay

Our Hearts, Okay

okay throw this to the dogs

wet

with regret and dirtysome

okay

let them eat wet cake too

drenched icing bleached

from cloud, gray grotto

broke mirror lotto

machine-broke

dirty machine

actual grimy plastic bits

skycomedown

always looking

one light on arcade

kinda

okay

let the wet dogs then go into

new dream houses because

well

our hearts also heal

this is the new miracle

the miracle

is this

heal someone else and you get fixed

no shit

ok, anyway

so sorry but that’s how i got the lights on

that’s how the lights go on

and the parts get worked

and fixed and moving

and clean in this damn

machine

that thing

what is that thing anyway

it’s that greasy metal wheel on a dusty flat desert plot

moving the red oil through

in the splintered sunlit growl

our hearts

moving together like machines

in the past

moving through time

in the ok corral

on stilts

smashing

rain wet

birthday cakes

ok

let’s party

Papercut-Sunrays

Papercut-Sunrays

quick come see

a radio tower leans forward

color spins

in the sequence of geography

living maps

unfold forward in green and autumnal red blocks

lined aside each

in their bands of gold

striped with rooftops

and

signs for fireworks and beer

no one ever really moves

away

move away now

by the windows in the battleship sky

with splinters of foggy growls beside

these are new days

new days

papercut-sunrays plus the neighborhood