illuminate–
thunder past design

sight unrepressed
hear it and stream past into living
sound–

dear tumblr,

your little plastic castle
the words made big falling out the windows–

we both have nameless sayings
nameless ways
tied to great expanse

call it a forging of sight
the shelf on the wall
solitary holding of other:

the return of empty filled me
swelled the loneliness and flooded breath
until her silence came again like a concert
of strings
tying together meaning and strength

trinkets

it's this light that keeps

escaping between the folds
of fabric
and glass

the gentle posture of shoulder against sun

it's this oddly shaped memory that doesn't fit

in any of the small boxes tucked in drawers
holding old skin, hairpins and buttons
little things made big

seems only a fragile lifting of letting go
will do away with this quiet nonsense
made like steel glory in the corner of our eyes

little stones in my pocket–
not so innocent shrines in the cupboards

you speak of letters like they carry the memory
and not you
like a ritual fire will cleanse and hitting replay is a sin

govern the light
illuminate fingertips
pass out the day and dawn new intention

curtsy to the clock and slip it a kiss
it knows circles and anchor

a quick thought

frantic search

the quiet of touchless sight

expel--- fathom judgeless morning
where white walls and windows, salt and sentence
replace narrow escape


gravel under her feet fosters rhythm
while the street light resembles her other life

a young hip
and a lit match

her dark material
spreads

sordid cloud of spoken word
grayed in the dawning of new intention
little pill of presentation–bring in the light

splay open sight
conspire solitude–
intercom this message:
wisdom is hard to come by though everyone is selling it
and righteousness doesn't exist
except for in the mountains
and sometimes the ocean

prayer forecasts trouble and hope
while bodies kamikaze storm

the night steals away memory
letting thoughts jammble towards space
scenario relived 1000 fold times

decipher your distance
and call it circumstance

the bell sounds toll in the landscape
calling to home
calling to paper houses stacked against the rain

under the sleeve on a whim (while listening to Groove Armada)

refusing
fuse lit
and the cuff is burning like parchment
connection to splayed out phrases
no one knows what to say


depraved center
bartenders and cigarettes
the smell of false interaction
conversation
satiation is not an option in this scene
only the obscene


concentration
delight in when the door opens and we walk outside
we walk outside
an entire universe in the living room
never left the soft structure of home
yet observances came easy
like fortune telling was nature
and this music in the ear is blood

her dance constructed of sketches
glue stick type
the phrases stuck together like intention
live
not recorded

sensation is flight
and magnet
stealth
and wearing off of wakefulness
no one will read these words
and if they (you) do
it won't make understanding even if spoken out of sound

wanna know why?

because i'm not your familiar
nor trying to reach out

just listen:

i'm scared
scared like maybe suffering is undercover in the guise
of earning bread
of earning care and consideration

i'm scared
like maybe this whole big time i'm alive
little moments
spread and disperse
and sudden are dispensed

and maybe
i'll forget that really great piano solo i heard
that made everything perspective
and poetic
and pushed hesitation into the ground---

gesture towards sky
silent night
church songs gone right
yet this prayer has no end
only ( )
and time

only ( )
and time

only ( )
and time

1000 mile/hour caffeine head--she even said yes to a ball game

in the spirit of getting what she needs

pitted against the beat
street vs homemaker keep
tough as tender nails
railroad spike

the gullet of recognizable bravery
shivering in night sweat dance
moves like a queen
a real heartbreaker against the wall
where others shiver timbers and mortar
loose
tremble like a champ and call it real
keep it company
the hammer's in my pocket and sings like a dream