a place in the braid

with calm observe these three minutes as they pass like liquid over the hills and satisfy something inside my body like a ghost I wrap in a twining entanglement the hero his home is a silo a broad sweeping field ranges out for a quarter mile beneath whatever kind of sky is holding reception some force behind those stars, each point a tiny burning everything forever and climbing then and with such grace all timid and ticklish; he holds both hands together like a cup and calls upwards is this me, is this all i am, is this my time; and the music is tiny and it rocks him and it mocks him oh leave me alone! Oh dearest bird of all fire and color, just give me time and music and send me forwards like you are, ALL unthinking and strange, all pleasant and then tender, I give all I am to you, little voice, I forget who I am for you , and you leave me again and again, in a strange bind, singing to the silent stars.

thinking: hard and fast

this is almost certainly

a lie, or the opposite
the starkly revealing flash
of something too true to notice in emission
the apparition of some forgotten aim
like a dream I swallow
deep gulps of
thick silent stale air
the air in my life and then
like a quietly rising balloon
just like that
i am gone

..... as long as the water .....

I am a well

saddened camel
as tired as a giraffe
in the dust at dusk
as bright as a fish in the sun
as long as the water
and my head is bobbing
like candy over the water
I leave you
splashing and
pouring out the heart of all you
love, the heart of all you've done
like a dancing camel with wheels

we laid face up and stared
into so many fluid dreams
through which we would
swiftly flee for fifty sweet
and sappy minutes; for fifty
minus twenty two times thirteen

whatever, days or minutes;
I seem to have lost count

I sit in your pool
as long as the water
my bottom
all sopping
and sob