A Going Crazy Two

headlights-fsSitting here reading
It’s been two pages
And I don’t remember a word

I am with you
As if walking
As if I’ve said all I can say
As if I love you
As if that’s not enough
Not anymore
I don’t know what you want me to say
I don’t know how to go back and fix
Whatever it is I broke
I don’t really know
But you expect me to
Understand you don’t see
How a man’s head can be cement
How his ears can be bunged
How his heart might not and
Wonder why beat in unison
In this case yours

Haven’t I been paying
Enough attention to you
I haven’t wanted to do
Enough of what you do
Though the ground you
Walk on is always a surprise

But

I have.
I have!
I have two and two
A going crazy two to
Understand

Sitting here I would
Desperately not knowing
The difference between two
Better than I have to
Short of being

Is that what you want?
I ask
No
You say

But it is
Isn’t it
You want me to be two
To give up the one
And only for the only one
You want whatever I
Should know it is

Understanding, though…
Isn’t that a truck in the middle
Of a dark, rainy, dreary night
Without headlights around a curve
As if the light of the moon is
Enough is never enough
And more than enough is what
Will wear the brakes if the hill
Is steeper than the dark is
Too much for the moon.

You don’t understand
And that’s what I’ve been
Saying I don’t either
As if it should have meaning
Enough to be left
Unsaid
But then, it’s raining
And it always has been

A Going Crazy Two

Late Afternoon Clouds

Late Afternoon CloudsIt’s the late afternoon staring
across mountains, through window
seeing your face, your eyes, your hair
shaped within the sunset shadows

of reddish pastel clouds
the shimmer of your hair
in filtered sunlight
tossed by a flirting breeze

Of course it’s not painful
watching you scraping peaks
floating within cloud colors
as if you were still

If I were a pilot I would
want to spend my days flying
through those hair-like clouds
feeling them brush against my plane

but I know they would barely
linger leaving limited traces
in much the same way you remain
only in pale, distant clouds

#clouds

Late Afternoon Clouds

Only one love I have


	Her				Him

and I say my heart is breakin'
and I see I am forsaken
for I know my love's been taken
and I've no place to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
where you are is my intention
cause your love I'll not mention
to anyone with dissension
so I'll just have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
cause it's there you'll be forever
and from your love my heart will sever
like a broken weight with lever
please don't make me go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
I will love you till the ending
and I'll never be pretending
cause your love you will be sending
to wherever I should go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
please say it, you love me
please say it, you breath me
in your heart where I will be
and I'll never have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
and I say my heart's not breakin'
cause you are my intention
I will love you till the ending
and I'll always love you too		
					
It's true, I'll always love you.
Only one love I have

Deep Blue

I have fallen into blue beforeTwo Indigo Buntings
In my dreams on good days
On bad days I have just as
Gently as possible slid in

Either way it was a good blue
And I felt comfortable, happy
To be within enthralled in
The easy gentleness of it

Two Indigo Buntings flew
Across the hills and ridges
Under a copper red sky
Settling to form two blue pools

I flew with them you see
Not knowing to where exactly
The flight through clouds
And even rainstorms was good

But it was the landing
That I most treasured
Because I remember the
All the cool of the blue

As I sank deep into your eyes

Deep Blue

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Singing every sad song I knewWilting red rose
playing every broken hearted tune
crying to the music
dying in the spaces
knowing you’re not knowing
is saying more than I could

You’re laughing somewhere
making smiles and stories
telling beginnings and tales
of endless travels without
ever having a microphone

it’s not needed you know
like a ticket if you hide
until the conductor passes
still it would be good to have
if only to hold onto

there are tears on the transmitter
leaving small salt circles
almost heart shaped, listless
while I wait for the “No”
that is wilting like a rose

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Ecologue #6

Holding without foolish fearswarbler
Without semblance of panic
The warbler restrains itself
Recalling the song and chorus

Even in the face of the hawk
Circling above searching
Perhaps the warbler’s calling
Perhaps not giving a damn

Her tiny gloom eyes glisten
With every delicate note
A tune culled from heaven
Rewritten to bird life memory

She once told me of the ocean
In a way that whispered of love
Not for me but for some other
Holding her heart, pulling

The knowing left me queasy
Feeling the screeching of a gull
Even as I woke to a pretty song
Leaving me far away from myself

Ecologue #6

Ballanced Ever So Delicately

balanced ever so delicately between breath and senselessnesssteaming cup of coffee
watching nothing seeing more or less and less
and tasting the coffee
no, not just tasting, living
living the coffee
balanced ever so delicately between sense and breathlessness
rich, light brown and earthy
you could cut it with a spoon
and pass samples

Sugar,
cream,
maybe some chocolate or nutmeg or hazelnut flavoring
waking up, knowing the very air
as a lover knows the feelings and fragrances
balanced ever so delicately between less and lessness
while breathing more and moreness
You could stay on, you know
you could ride for just one more stop
you could have another cup of coffee
and maybe we could balance

Ballanced Ever So Delicately