In an instant it can.

Soften

In an instant. It can so.

In an instant it can soften

Is the brittle realness of it all

Can dissipate

And turn away from you

Like it was to disapprove of your ways

The brittle realness can dampen

(Turn away)

And soften to steam and Residue

Until a time when further manifesting

Form and firm up to look Real like.

I watch the wind chimes.

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I watched the wind çhimes I have

Hanging from the zen tree out back

Of my latest home

Watching the wind chimes seems

A mishmash of verbs and nouns

I note the tubular bells that chime

With the slightest winds

Blending along with a far away train,

And a call to mass, Is an organ within

A nearby catholic church, And their chimes

I love seeing how they all blend

Even though my bells could stand some repair

As a black or maybe red squirrel had gotten all strategic

When they launch off my bells

to a too close bird feeder

And left me with uneven tones

I could still take great pleasure

With the creative mixed up mathematics

Of bèlls, train, & Catholic church

So say some go dominoes

The boy facin the wall

keeps counting spiders

I’m just smiling bravely saw him

& On just Another brightly Side

Without squinting an eye of doubt

Squirrels girls launch themselves way up

From weak branch to far tree

A blinder faith is alive in the branches

And when luciferen and luciferase

Meet up in a discreet dark corner

And light up our ” little lights”

(As my babies might have decreed them)

May fireflies thrive!

Blind faith and magic in the meadow

It’s like falling out of bed

Just like falling out of bed

Q

” What gain has the worker from his toil?”

It has been not long. It was somewhen between one and fourA & that’s okay

The old man thing I guess

The old man thing I guess

They called to Check

Some family some friends

Hadn’t heard from me

I had put on Van’s Almost ndependence Day.

To Commiserate with the Misery therein

My hands were going

I’d dropped Two cans of

water in a row

And i’d taken Another spill At

the airport.

TC

Local gems

Looking down, rinsing in the clear water near the shore

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The local gems he’s still,

After all these years, (he passed too)

Looking down rinsing in the clear water near the shore

I’m dead passed that

The open beauty of it, I can clearly see, has passed for me

All my regrets are always passing it

I’m sick that he can still

Rinse away at local gems

Then, perhaps, have them

Alone in one snow

Alone in one snow

And by one snow I mean all of it

All of the slush & sleetery, everywhere but here in my heart

I’ve never had any issue with the alone thing

None. Not even as child alone

And I certainly won’t panic at the end alone

I suppose it could be all that wet and white

That blunt, blinding coming out of the tavern daytime blinding white

It’d be good to have a friend just like people do. Alone and it’s blinding dark

Yr Spirit is especially far from this blizzard

Seems easier now to get lost and go down

At least that’s all I wrote down

For Satherday

Away in her brolly (image mine)

I was reminded to mention it at lunch- out today

I dreamed of her and her mother last night

Hugged their nothingness, tight, both

I won’t remember (as it so often is these cases)

Hearing her voice or what words

My (continued) loss

Sure it’s been a few years

And I ache now more than ever

I wonder what I would have her tell me

Guess again

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Whatever you just said

Guess again

Whatever you actually told me on the phone

Guess again

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If you weren’t blood I’d consider letting you go

If you weren’t blemished with not awake

I wouldn’t shake myself just short of disgust

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We’re parallel planes

It’s some fairy jinx we can carry on conversation

It ain’t good juju you got to aim that stuff my way

It ain’t good juju you feel you got to follow through

Read the front page already listen to the beat

Whatever you just said

Guess again

Nepenthe

I put poison on my own sugary sensibilities

Then retched my guts

Until I could dip, cupped hands from another holy River

And drink until I could see the mercy of my daddy’s open arms

N E P E N T H E

His hidden chambers resonated with

echo and water sounds

They were ways that helped him in the dark

Where next to step

To at least move on

Through spaces ahead

And the time it took

A cauldron of piano chords

Delicately mixed and unmixed

As he dreamed awake

And moved along

Where next to stop

To at most move on

To spaces ahead

And the time it takes