If tomorrow can no longer Fall from my mouth, Then I will bid you adieu, Off in search of what seems to be secret. Should I fail in my mission It was nice knowing all of you.
A Seed Planted
What have you been doing With your consciousness? Your finite stream of thought? Are you a better hurricane With violent winds Destroying All with mighty wrath? Or are you but a gentle rain Nourishing All within thy path? What of life has thy spirit sought? What growth will come from your Consciousness?
It’s Only a Matter of Time
I want to rest my eyes Upon all the coasts Of all the oceans In all their fabled glory The Red Dead Java Caspian The Behring Baltic Black and Mediterranean The Arabian Indian Pacific Caribbean To gaze upon the lines Where water
caresses the sky To throw my wish in Then retire Home Beside the ocean
You step light Yes Yet you’re Clumsy falling Here and there I hope you find Fix or repair
She was an ash throat mistress Kissing her was like Sucking on the bottom half Of a freshly rolled cigarette She often ended her replies With eyes looking back Followed by a short clever French phrase Jamais jouer pour de bon! And a cute half smile Slightly biting her tongue Never play for keeps she’d always say Although she dealt in forever She would leave for weeks at a time Collecting But she would always come home I know it was home because She called it that in a tired relieved voice The apartment was always a mess It was her mess Her dishes in the sink Her hair clogging the drain Her dirty clothes on the floor Her cat’s shit in the overfilled litter box She’d sit next to me half-dressed and ask Are my toes too big? Maybe that was the reason She always came back Her toes were too big Sitting here listening to her chirp I wonder who else Will think of her Forever