Hold my Hands
Hold my hands, those extensions of my heart,
Like these lips, pure planetary ephemera,
Are modest worlds to cherish.
Geese
I look toward the sky,
See wondrous creatures flying
Toward the setting sun.
Sail Away
Sail away. Help me, please. Release.
Tease others. Let me go. You know my tact.
My sighing eye. My tears, fears, jubilation.
Nightmare lullabies. Keepers’ games;
All the same kinds of ugly. Dull moments
Spent bright and clear on glens, dells,
Hillsides near, dear, precious in sunlight.
Trees align, rows by rivers, copses filling
Landscapes. Shivering, I drape leaves, forbs,
Orbit your rays. Shadowy secrets persist;
Bloom in mist’s fine droplets. Pristine no more,
Monsters loom. Here, there, elsewhere.
Mechanisms, gears, punked out garbage,
Streams funky music beyond bayou bedrock.
Sock fabrics stretch. Wovens yield,
Speed along limbs, toward maverick
Explanations. Lamely pitch forward
(Taming monkeys causes moonshine,
Weed, plus speed to multiply). High
Hopes of dope call forth authorities.
Nope, ain’t ‘gonna run away home.
Nope, ain’t ‘gonna run away home.
