September’s Benevolence

There is a breeze
Grass soaking wet-
An ocean gossamer of all things Autumn and old
All things ethereal and elusive,

Gleaming nectarous in some distant bliss
Is the moon and we hold hands
Attached by habit “Mother leave me be”
I say halfheartedly half-wanting half-hopeful,
Tonight will extend into forever,
I say, I say but having swallowed the blackberry briers
My mouth only bleeds

She’s silver flowing and still
Dressed in spiderwebs,
Shadows casting such presence transcendent,
Perpetually followed closely by an entourage,
And she speaks to me coagulating
“If you want to leave,
I will take all of your guilt”

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…and we wade in oil, step on broken glass

There is no loss
No forward momentum
The streets are flooded with mosaics
Glass murals stained with flesh and blood
Of our mothers’ belonging and who knew
There were so many shades of red and
Who knew that a scene one thousand one words screaming
Could be sewn shut,

There is loss
There is movement without
But we are not worthy we believe
We are not worthy
It’s not worth it to suffer for the greater good and
We do not properly acknowledge the deaths that come
Knocking at our doors that whisper
Under our treads as we drive ignorant
Drive daydreaming,
No, it’d be a needless sacrifice
A contradiction for we the luminaries
To suffer for one another

There is no loss
Only a life abandoned;
The rotting smell of our mothers’ remains

Of My Own Making

A fish
But deflated;
A can
Of Busch Light

And I think,
How foolish of me

Sweet streams of blue
Sweet beauty beneath a placid reflection of my own face

Excitedly at first
I gazed into the muddled gauze
Flowing nearly to a stop

“What wonder,
What monuments what -” I say
“is that?”

No fish
No child of Earth
Yet shining tender in loose sediment
It is there and
There is no heart inside,
No wonderfully constructed calcium skeleton,

There it is
Beneath this reflection
Far more lively
Than my beloved river runners
And vastly more insidious

Upon A Slow Moving Afternoon

Colour upon sweet linen,
Silhouette hallucinations softly
Cycled through cotton bed sheets

“Ethereal breeze
Ethereal breeze with such transient motion
What stories unspoken
Must you murmur today?”
I asked aglow,

Inseparable from what rippling waves
Of August’s late sun-dream,
From a few feet nearby
In the nearly overwhelming tenderness,
There came response:

Cedar thickets collided then evanesced-
A moving image of me young and carefree
Kayaking,
Drifting, drifting downstream
And I get so carried away
I paddle all the way to Dave’s house

Smokestacks

To feel no panic at the thought
To feel only pride in the action

Fish once swam,
Swam through sapphire seas,
Breeding in instinctual rhythm
From crystal canyon fingertips
To coral nested ventricles,
As it stands we as humans
Were once tropical rain-forests,
We were once oceans
Teeming with spawn and opportunities
To be innocent

We have forgotten

the oceans are on fire

Rebuild and repair
World of residence concrete pledged,
Priorities misspoken
Flesh broken into
Lead plumbing inserted
Brick and mortar replaced beauty and effervescence

Succumbing to an illness; cherished children of us
We are sick and dying and we don’t know why
Why love feels this way these days

the oceans are on fire
the oceans are on fire

An illness cherished; children of us,
We are sick and dying

Three Masses From Afar

Ember rest
Again
Reset when

Twilight falls upon this vermillion-
Washed lakeland feel at home feel
At home here laughter like
Landscapes puncturing aqueous mirrors;

Islands unexplored in true measure

Incendiaries seen incendiaries
Felt beating
Away at tree trunks add
Another ring another year tied to finger left of center

Aluminum cans popped
Open fizzling, silently we roar,

Silently we all roar

Tamping gravel to dirt,
Memory to stone

Which of us will bear
The brightest constellation?
Carry the boulder-blasted torch songs
Towards empyreal horizon?

All dancing
All dancing
Trances set
To still-life in motion,

Cricket orchestras illuminated as if
Actually fireflies

Smoke,
A burn
Smoldering supple
And endearing

Superior’s Frisco

Hogsback Mountain- a love story:

Staircases of roots tangled together
Crawling deeper into earth
And down into my heart,

Nests perched above
Gold glows abundant with eagle eggs
With wings and raptor beaks
These children are my own,

Barefoot it’s been awhile,
Hasn’t it? A cologne of spring-
Fed trickling streams tickle my senses,
Flames flick up towards stained glass windows,
Birch pine cedar
Depicting scenes of solemn reverie,
Eager to portray our history,
Present these quiet kisses of ours
In vague images to the world are you
Bragging? Almost,

Made it to peak shirtless
Saw again the naked prosperity of our relationship,
Distance can’t impede what is meant to be-

The consummation of one’s soul
Through great granite skyscrapers
Soft water city nestled in-between fractures interlocking,
To grow is to erode
Break down skin to dirt
Sprout ferns and somehow,

I’ve never felt more human

Do you remember two summers ago-
The first time we met?
I ran straight to summit
Smoking Nightcap in a Prebem Holm freehand,
Not once letting ember rest
I read Kerouac to you
Aloud so all surrounding above and below
Could hear,

Oh,
How far we have come,
How far we have come