its like

down the street

up the street

down the way

up the way

down the stairs 

up the stairs

basically, 

not

nordic skiing. 

husbandry

Did you walk a thousand miles?
If I could forgive you
if I took you in my arms,
we could learn everything

Absolutely I am in love with you
Absolutely I lose all sense of proportion at your side-
but-
you know when to walk away
to leave me to my treasure chests and towels
give me boots and a push at the traffic light

I will laugh with you, have a blast with you
Our wedding wine will pour over the ground
The cat will climb into the ducts
We will remake everything
build it up more beautiful this time,
anoint the process with tears and wonder

You are the kindest man I've ever met
and that means you know when to walk away
And when to squeeze, when I display bright feathers
eat a pie, make love to you like a wife

I could lay myself down, a bear skin, get fucked

Also your tiger, your monster,
your incomplete soldier, your working woman

I will nurse you, I will succumb to you
I know your spells, your secrets surprise me
I am madly compelled to serve you
and soberly clean the kitchen

This is life, braided together in leather thongs
I offer you everything, more than a blown kiss,
beyond longing. I have for myself, I give even so
to you, give til we are overwarm and deep bed acuddle
Love is too large to encapsulate.

long long wavy mane with grey,

my sometimes inner landscape is like, a sunny day on the sidewalk

in a small city in massachusetts that i've never been to.


misplaced resistance to sentimentality, for example over cheap objects

i collect rather than interactions or 

interpreting chronic longing as for the wrong thing.


growth is not symbolic, the richness of what you really like,

holding up a finger into a mouth a long time ago, quiet shining, 

where are the people i'm most vulnerable to

and safe with, still and big and changed already into my fingers.

Coffin Cinema

Dark warm sleep,
a levelling concertina anonymity,
deactivated, us all.

Rumble strip,
and other tricks of the wave. 
Sighs, shrugs,
swaying presumed.

Overripe, awakened,
but not really arrived.

Colossus and the crab

Quick-silver come-lately
with a duct tape tongue.

Chickees near the fire
feeling one, feeling lone.

be a sweet babe
snarling smile
go on home.

RELATIONSHIP HAIKU PAIR SERIES (part II)

II.

dance floor connection.

chili dinner with uncle.

a room of records.

constantly texting,

never real talking. who’s Liz?

tight purple pants squirm.

sometimes the end comes faster than we want it to

right hand

on top
i feel something
unusual

it began
the other day
one and done
or so i thought

what do i do?
who should i see?
can i trust

Sometimes I wish that my old love was around 
just for one more January

One more bout of inspiration

SNEAK MODE

You know where 

they will be

so plan the life

accordingly

that's the best,

the best possible  thing 

always a mystery chemical 

that pulls

ruddy cheeks in the

library chair

a ticking discomfort 

bare and evident 

putter closer,

testing

as birds fly 

against the sun, 

shadows

smack  the wall

and every sweatshirt 

could be 

my diamond

merging with

the grain