help after dark, me and i

 sleeps on the couch

to forget about the dead brother

hanging from a noose his friend 

hiding from another bad thing

hed done.

That couch was somewhere else

before all that

sheltering another memory from

A mistake

Hidden in the cushions

dried tears so old they only smell

when one rolls over

from a hot sleep

the feelings pour

one after another

and in the future an executive

signs the paper pale faces grimace

An impressive morning awaits

The resolve of emotional turmoil

Clear calm. I beckon you

to to understand

all the world messages. 

prophecy

 you cannot tame,

what is already dead,

the sands of time have tried.

 the narrow path,

the only way, 

through all the futures seen.

 what was told,

written long ago,

wont be known by us.

if dark hides truth, 

then bear witness from the light.

when we dream, we see the fruit,

eonic seeds, from oldest suns.

do not fear, and do not rush,

the soul older than this life. 

prisoner luck

 i feel scruff

object in void

sound of something alive

no reactive mass, just bump.

In the dark, i do hide, under starry blanket spot.

Plug my ears, surrounded by distraught

Possibly a combination of tells

That hits right,

Still reading the treasure map

Where's the X?

Oh my god.

.

... 

the middle chapter

 a slow piano jazz

fills the bar, the smokey vibes

and cocktails, ice, glass clinks

of troubled minds feeling

weariness depart.

rain outside in the brick alley

way while memories of you

are plucked in emotional intervals;

inner skull, and they bounce around

reflecting this version of my life.

nothing beats A Dive to explore

all that. Those crystal tumblers

help the bone collectors as they pour; so

look at my cup, decide on the empty

or full. The band plays the weekend only

and if it stops raining

the lightbulb for last call flares -

sounds of bodies shifting from dancing

to chairs scraping the floor.

the music can be heard always

but no way it stays the same. 

jump high. sleep tight

 theres a bounce house

in your life

maybe someday 

Little shopping on side,

side of lunch

& the band arrives.

Sunny skies big days with little much,

Happy and cool, coasting down tubes

Under blue light.

I see you smiling,

Hold me close in your arms

Worse and better together. 

green growth

 A tree

The tree

Watch it grow

Looking for Tree Watchers

Lifetime employment

We move you trees if something happens

Big opportunity

inquire with the front desk

Add. Notes

Tree watching / Tree Watchers

must always watch their tree

while on duty

 recorded observations 

optional. 

to the lighthouse

 you hear it beckoning

from faraway, but can hold

the sound closely, that beating

of the heart. The great distance

doesnt matter ,knowing deeply

in the chest, the feelings of the future,

the passage through the rocks.

On matters of deep importance

when survival be the crux

when lives lie delicate in the balance

always some light does shine the way,

a feeling of the substance

of the stuff that binds us so

when we look we see each other

we recognize the soul

 

 

saturday morning dud

 hello pool float,

I see you again

We return, when it gets warm. 

Loafing in the sun, on ripply water,

clear and calm 

out from darkness

a season new 

summer has come.