back

So I am back, sort of. A bit more jittery a bit more anxious. I am ok though.

Is definite wind

Is definite wind
Is flax seed
spittle and long cool nights on the porch.

the plains stretched out till the dawn,
the thought of weather
and the soothe of cool ice and lemons.

drought summer in midcountry
where there are no secrets,
where the land has an open heart.

I see myself curled softly on the dry splinter wood boards of dinner hour,
dinner bells you lover, I need you now
make me new again,
make me over for tomorrow's
long cool plow field, long straight earth ripples--
seeds in my hand,
I'm scattering new dreams in the dry earth
and knowing the rain and the wind will move me

love you all

i speak in tongues

i speak in tongues
become a straight shot of light
of life
from near to far
and jigsaw
i hold you in my hands
and make you one becoming one becoming one
my life grows crosswise
9 letters per box
each star another sun's sting
sweet
its dripping from my lips
my tongue catches dropping
from the creases of my words - the milk
and the honey
to devise wisdom from stones
i advise to squeeze the wetness from a round of cheese
then to break your knuckles on the rock
to guide from hand to sky, the dove
than to shoulder break, the fisted handfuls of flint.

rise
i love you

seeking grace

it's late
i have to get up early in the morning for a jaunt
i took out the trash today again, from a couch
grace can be gotten by mouth?
i wonder
what God thinks of all of this
300mg w
200mg z
2mg at
2mg ab

am i becoming a perfect vessle?
mind and body?
or in the brain
what to think of robots and the bloom fades
the metamorphosis is not

but robots do not a clear mind make.
robots do not
are not
having the sense and the softness
to catch a beautiful gray middle ground
where extremes fade and the air becomes lovely

robotic is black and white
robotic requires no chemical moderation, no regiment

i sail from high places back down through the trees
to land upright
as if a cat dreaming
i kiss the sacred heart
i wear mary
she stands upon my supersternal notch
and arms open
drives this vessle
into where God intends

selfless existence?
too heavy to gather
takes a thousand threads to silk a still man make.