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where was the wisdom when I was in the flood
stroking waters against the gutter

turned kitchen things, like empty bottles
and broken springs
to floating castles and fairy wings

Song of girl wakes the world
Be kind, boy pleads with God and sky
As rare as a rainbow pearl
Shooting star smiles and waves goodbye

With copper arms and diamond teeth she wades into
This dream of boulevards and dried up streams

calling out to the ocean to safeguard
the heavy scent of your copihues,
the chicken to your hen, and I thank you
for the lessons of vermilion and tangerine

archer

Faith and trust. Sounds like a law office. Like a sales pitch. Like a love salesperson fighting to keep the door from closing, trying to unload that last bit of love

I love to walk into a room
and have every nationality wonder,
"Does he belong to us?"

The eyes squint, the heads tilt,
the women feel their bodices loosen
while the men take to looking …

With a tiffany
amethyst angel’s mist

I will knit, will spin
you a second skin,

immaculate statuette
at the gate
Of my Eden, you

peer out at the world,
flux and fuse the
twined…

Marianas trench and sandalwood-bag vibes
entice favored sand in the fire,
For love, even if unrequited, will be molded
as she spins around and around

Boiling hands touch the onyx-void, I can sip a time before complexity. Wood nymph fractured flesh, I grow the splinters that grow into branches.

she feeds him her footsteps, an echo into the night chasing a train just as lonely,

I could smell the carcass of love, probably
trapped under the warped floorboards with
a fine sheen of despair, it leaves me woozy.

A monarch flew, and in her way
bowed to me and asked to stay,
if only so to sneak a peek
at love’s purport, cheek to cheek.

writing out floor plans for galaxies
scripting rain drop spatters
each one marking moments
of epiphany, of people making love
with their last gasp

we all have so many
starting points, like the
lines we mark for our height

What have they done

stripped and tipped the
sliding glass tumbler
of

cotton
candy
covered clouds

here are keys
to everything

no more playing
so I take you
inside
and

we w…

as I sit within the first real silence of my day
I can feel the energy of change riding along my spine
an echo from wading within the shifting tide of it
I almost recognized my authentic sel…

with confidence, I travel among the stars tonight, and she
winks at me, all glory and harmony, her touch is music.

I am two bodies held together in desperation,
spooned in a furnace, micro cosmos spinning
in an inebriated orbit as they are baptized
in the sweat of their undying love