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Plume

Eating me up inside
Devouring me whole
Not a single crumb
Is left over for the crows
Strap me cross the butcher block
What’s next? Tequila
Turning heads of the pained ones
Call out to the tamed ones
Since the wild have already come
Beats in the back of my head
Drums that could wake the dead
A feast for famished babes
A trough for thirsty souls enslaved
By our own desires
Do the math ring the alarms
What’s the total number to disarm
Sugar sweating from your lips
My forehead on the ground
Hips up in the air
Slight breeze running down my back
Feels good not to care
Light as a feather

Drip

Throw your melancholy
Water on my fire
Drown my breath with your
Saddest hooks to pull me
Down the tunnel of my throat
Lifelessly out into
An intoxicating abandoned
Pool of emotionlessly wet
Slowly vacuumed sea
Dripping with nothing left
I can suspend myself still
In the well of your nothingness
Finding comfort in the
Hearth of my heart
Tending to the soil of my skin
Your water is like gasoline
All you can do is ignite me
I am stronger in the absence of
Your hysteria and elevated
By the wind of my pulse
Beating stronger
Shaking harder
Vibrating in showers
Of intrinsically radiant light

Tumbled

Tossed around
Side to side we are
Backwards and forwards
Counting down
Living up to
What the night sun
Has to offer
One bird is in the distance
Echo of my voice
Ears ringing the memory
To be held up
In some esteem
Worth holding
Cradled in my mind
By the ether

Deeper Love

People can be predictable
Unexpectedly so
Abandoning you for partners
Don’t say you’re sorry now
I already said it for you
Connections dwindle
Or maybe no one is at home
Always asleep when I call
Anytime of day
It doesn’t really matter
What makes it count afterwards
Fostering long term relationships
Short term friendships are
What folks seem to be
Most up to keeping safe
I am a creature of habit
I dreamt of making
Lifelong friendships
Indelible memories
Creatively measuring
My worth in the mirth of
A genuine reflection
Touching hearts one by one
Even yours from the start
Holding on making efforts
In the overall spectrum
Of architectureal hearts
I did the work the work is done
I came here for love
Not only for one but for some
Deeper love for all
Each of my friendships
No sex at all somehow
Deeper than sex can go
I came here for love you know…

Undying

Each day that passes by
I am reminded of the peace
I’m feeling free from wanting
To capture your attention
To feel important in your eyes
To be seen and heard for
Who I am and how much
I have loved you
I seem to think more clearly
With sidewalks beneath my feet
Dog at my side with my own thoughts
There is light passing through
The fall grain and moisture
On the grass like the dew that
Rests on my mind when I
Contemplate the abstract existence
Of being within all together
And detached separately apart
As myself an undying friend
Eternal flowers

Fractured

In a dearth of supplies and
A day of bloopers I am
Reminded of the shape of you
In the creation of a perfume
I climb round the edge
Of the coldest cliff
Sharp mussels clinging
To the rocks and the
Bottoms of my feet
How did we meet
In a world that is so big
Even that we did the anomaly
Reminds me just how small we are
In the air the fragments
Of a scent I cannot
Seem to bottle but to describe it is the
Fragrance of a beating heart
The breath of a flower
And the tear of a cloud
Finding my way to the top
I pull myself up by the
Roots of a tree that found
It’s way out of the earth
And into the side of me left with
Nothing but the scratches on my skin
And the aroma of a new parfum
Fractured by the light
Healed by the gloom

Halved

Crackling stars in the sky
Casting electronic light
Circulating leaving astrological
Questions pondering my parturition
Maybe I was meant to be a woman
But I’m not giving up my manhood
So I’ll be a domestic mouse
Not too demanding if you
Feed me cheese and peanut butter
Put a tuxedo on me and I’m actually
A man of good measure
Fought hard to be this boy
And even a garçon one might say
I can serve you up an ice cream
Before it all melts away
I’ll build things like shelves and
Sparks in your heart
Even hammer out belts
Put food on the table
Pull the sheets off make the bed
Take care of you always
It’s a woman’s work they say
No hill is too high
Warm up your blue
Dry the water in your eyes
Might be a man’s job too

Du Tout

What does it mean
To stand alone?!
After many months, years or days
Of people pleasing
Or simply wanting to do right
By others and somehow
Left out feeling weaker
Than I was before
I think I finally found the strength
To stand beside myself
Knowing that
To be true to yourself
May leave one standing alone
But not without feeling
Stronger about the innate power of
Our own emotions shuttling through
Striking a chord of harmony
Warning us internally
Of what ultimately balances
The two halves of oneself
Into a convexity of dangling
That hangs inside a universe
Which has no linear relationship
To standing up together
Or alone at all

Ossify

I’m doing such a good job keeping alive
It’s almost lonely
Bone strengthening
Some might say

Like calcium deposits

It’s tooth grinding the way you were
Baiting me with obituaries
How disgustingly coy

Projecting infantile rage
All over me in a figurative food fight
With spit and disdain
I can only say that
I don’t blame other people
For my shortcomings

If I should also have a death
Happen upon me I’ll remember
To reach out and apologize
For not being a good friend to you

I should like to return the favor

After all that love spent
You’ve left me ossified

Nest

White beard dark skin
I was supposed to have kids
What happened to that dream
Wake up another business
In my head the prophet said
Love one another maybe
Community is the answer
Not my own child but a
Caretaker to all
I saw the snow fall yesterday
On a mountain though
The town below was warming
From the sun I sweetened
My tea with love
Warmth against my lips
Both feet into the ground
Doesn’t feel like we’re missing out
In a soil of potential music
Crystals and folks are
Always feeling better
When the mandolin is playing
In the air and in the streams
Of collective consciousness
Colors are pervading anything that
Has been felt lost or forgotten
Fulfilled in a simple moment
That embraces every possibility
Even though the question stands
Why do seagulls sound
Like they’re crying?
Perhaps an empty nest