Along the sticky theater seats along the blades of grass all damp with dew along the weathered fenceposts dry we two became one and one again
Untied

I draw in the sand with a spidered hand

A mess of intersecting lines
Not write a phrase of yesterdays

Though many there are to find
I drag my toes in my dance

And wonder what cards you’ll find
In all my revelry.

I sit upon the humbled road
Seek respite from the sun in shade
Encourage all to move along
Than hang my head and plot my grave
Upon the hill seems too far now
Perhaps these few feet shy
Would grant me rest if I should dig and did through the night
Then shrinking into the hole as sunrise crept into view
I laid and crossed my arms

I am done!

These misfiring steps and addled mind have burdened their last

Passed me, a breeze
Passed me, a soul-touch
Still I only stirred
Murmured- place for such as I?

Then stumbling weakly I arose
Chin pressed into the earth
To see what clamor I supposed
Could stir the dying from corpse

Birds sang on
Hummed along the world
But pricked my ear again
A silence in the crowd
I pulled my aging body up
Twas this peace I yearned to find
And wandering still, I stop and close my eyes
It exists
The balm for my heart
No grave could quite exact it
The first star in a black night
The first sun’s touch on the backside of the world
A joy whispered through the flesh
And I seek it to my death

Painting green-grey backgrounds
Brush repeats
Strokes across the cheek
Peppermint swirls now gone gray

Pull the blade faster- taught this way

Now in the silence
Bass drum kicks in
I just want to listen

Night slips through
A knife of insomnia
Wondering futures upon futures of decisions
And paths

Each step illuminating as I walk toward you

all hushed ‘cept the wailing
the Hart’s final stand
‘gainst the gathering wolves and werewolves
war born in man and man been to war

Is blood as thick and red now as it first was in Civil War? Will the mad fox chew his children off to free himself of principles

Curse this land for all its failings
Bless again for all its reachings and teachings and strivings for better
May they come out equal and God forgive us, grant us mercy and blessings rule again

For I cannot see the shoreline
Though my eyes as sharp as raven
There’s a deepening low of trouble
From the Hart’s last stand

Wept for Glory, morning mourning

Til the sea washed far ashore
greeted me as a mother
Told me not to cry more

For the sea’s rocking lullaby rose above the lion roar

Lying roar
Hear the wolf cry
Bleating as a new day’s lamb

As we cry deeper the shoreline
‘long the jaw of broken masts

Upon the road I built a fire

And slept awhile in day’s attire
Forgot the blessing of my skin

-all my guts now out, not in-
How I wept when I awoke
To find the blessing not a joke
And people walking round me with
Their guts splayed out, not in