forensic indents
everyone runs off the carriage
Ka Bling!
opaque is the mothership
of intention
We wallow the fanciful duty
and like good solidarity soldiers
march on
Loving visions speaking from
muffled flat screen speakers
the thumbtack yard sale symetry
like rusted constellations
on bleached rounded totems
of wires sizzling in the rain
and singing their wailing dirges
in wild winds of springs
wings of umbrellas folding
in the gusts
the beautiful evocation of

He has fooled/ his belov/ed along/ with the rest/ of the world  

by pretend/-ing to die/ to escape/ from his e/-nemies' wrath

Where is your sting?
You stung unaware
You got me annoyed
Do they belong to you?
Why did you take what you were not given?
Let go of my belongings
Must you cross your boundary

You are really coveteous
No one ever gave you all that you took
You saw my useless belongings
You did not take them
Why are you always after the best?
The ones not released to you
Mr. coveteous

Yesterday is gone, today is here
The future remains the offspring of today.
For as the day melts into night and night to day
Our hope for the celestial abode persevere.

Spring...Summer...Autumn...Winter...Snow.........>>>>Spring again

In spring
you sprung
Yes or no

In summer you always sweat
of course both during day and night
all know

In autumn
we shed off like birds,
they feathers
we our bloating ego
and
autumn
as usual
too comes and goes
by now
well all know

In winter
we cover ourselves
to avoid full shame
as we lay
and
play nightly
games

So I thanked your god for allowing me,
the brutal but gentle kiss of each breath,
the condensation of your love
and the heat of its anger.

I do whatever I can to escape them-
I run around the courts chasing a ball
Like a ravaged sweating bull, focused on the point.
Music helps, especially blasting, like Bach
In four voices so there’s no room for another;
Reading the musical notes while playing guitar
Is a good remedy, like a crossword puzzle
Of soft sweet thumps by the plucked notes.
Occasionally I have orgasms which work,
At least for that spectacular 10 seconds,
But then I go back to those damn words,
Making broken sentences in my head

Through the window all is green
all the flowers are in bloom
all the wild birds sing and preen
as the sun fights off night's gloom.
The seasons turn another page.

A turkey booms just down the hill
hoping to lure a hen his way.
Bullfrogs harrumph from marshy rill
and crickets chirp minutes away.
But inside I just sit and age.

On this side of the windowed wall
autumn reigns despite the date.
Leaves fall as time ticks down the hall.
Inside the hour becomes late
like the third act on some stage.

I’ll listen no longer in silence
but speak by such means as I may.
You pierce my soul as I listen
so Ill write now all I might say.

Half agony, half hope am I,
for you alone I think and plan.
For you I live, for you I'd die,
have you not seen this, dearest Anne?
Weak and resentful this is true,
unjust and foolish as you've seen;
but I have loved no one but you,
inconstant I have never been.