Kristin Reynolds

Sometime between the mid of night and morning…

The washed out garden seems to groan
her fraying blanket, cold;
strands of gray inhabiting
her parts
alongside stone bouquets.

Arranged …

There may come time to wed thy selves
before your death encroaches, fast
enabling your love at last
to fill the needs upon yon shelf…
And yet, if time is given thought
thy will shall quick…

Here. There. Bounce bounce bounce!
between mural walls.
A pink ball uncaught –
a reinvented
Past-motion-machine,

perpetual,
unsolvable:
Divinci’s code
in backwards mode.

No-one com…

Ask not what I would have, but ask
what I desire from this world
(fingertips upon my lips
begging silence and your love…)

Can you sense my growing need?

My skin akin to goose-flesh tou…

And on my knees, my hair a broom
my open mouth, a pastor
red lead paint
rains down like carp
upon the open bible, resting
flat upon
my broken back;
trumpeting it’s last
to the coughin…

Flummoxed are those whose paths
only ever lead
to one,
same end.

Over trodden
on unknown feet,
where shoed facsimiles
only ever point to
their own
drawn path, indefinably.

We a…

A fixture of impermanence,
perpetually undone.
An errant shirt on the breeze
(rise and fall as colors run)
head down, head up
no straight lines here -

This life is helium.

With no …

I will NOT give in to wretched weakness.

No!

I stand in sheer defiance
exerting all the will of the heavens within me!

Like a mound of mortar and brick,
I am a mountain of unmovable…

Tumbleweeds.

Sun.

High noon.

12 paces ahead
behind
and every dirty step is multiplied
to the severed tune
of a poet’s heart.

I do not breathe
and the dust-ball
stills.

I wh…

You cut me down to size.

Your undercurrents of breezeway logic
trip
my still feet,
from a skyscraper’s peak –
(can you see my current state?
she’s dead you know –
all crust an…

Squeezing time-drops from orbiting veils,
muslin moons of lapis blue, upon the mount
of all disease and come come hither lure,
exhaling breaths of risen angels speaking
the language of …

Does the moon ask the night why
it must give itself to darkness?
Does the sun beg the earth for its freedom
from everlasting heat?

Do the stars gnash their teeth at the galaxy,
stompin…

Blue stars with yellow-sun centers,
holding down their midnight;
chasing down their mid-day niche

(the Greeks would note their patterns
marking them as celestial Gods)
through the expos…

I wake
an earthquake
in the rain;
a sacrificial lamb of light
followed by a dream…

The power and the glory,
forever and ever,
Amen

_Shaking off between,
my lips,
golden dipp…

time has blurred my eyes
to dragonfly wings
beneath an opal sea

because of you
the air is a raven’s cry,
a liquid pit,

a fallen moon
shaking off
it’s axis.

winds throw your name …

I hear whispers through sunlight
leaves signing
in the language of wind,
to the beat
of a fluent heart.

Secrets spoken
between ears
like lemon-light through
springtime trees
from t…

I Am.

The city streets are flooded
with the buzzing
of streetlights
and sidewalks streaming
wet, lilac ribbons.

My shoes are silent convicts
stealing time from air
voiding the face…

The water knows my secret name,
the movements of my breath
to stream
to sea
to moon

She speaks to me
in layered mist
her voice
chameleon blue,
of jellyfish and surface heat
with …

All of space
a raven’s wing,
and every star
his treasure

he holds the earth deep
within his beak -
our moon between
its vice grip tips

a stone upon the record.

_His eyes are blin…

let go of my hands
i can’t touch the stars
when you hold so tight!
these 4 mile tethers
attached to your dreams

are choking me;
even my words
have abandoned
their hope of sun.

cut …