As our light leaves
Light of dusk trees
Wispy winds down the road
Cracking slightly more
Here is the door
Lines of wires
I’m so very tired
Will they power
My tower mires?
As the light is swollen
Bled dry by nights frozen breath
Breaking bones in my hand
Wait till the end of the stand
Billy and his Mediterranean cheese
Please, oh please
Rain on me
Hi
I
ss
She
Kings
Daughter
Fire scales
Warm touch
Don’t prickle
warm snake
Gentle caress
Silky smooth
Clothing falls
beyond my
Breasts an
Little tiny
Tongue
Long tines
Tickling touch
Around a-re-ola
I take my turn too
Stroke her feathers
Softness it defined
Down her back from
Her head they have
Made a trail. For my
Fingers slowly follow
Every vane, rachis by
Its downy roots. They
Shiver at every little
Touch as I reach down
Her bottom curls
Tiny downy bits
Mixed with the
Exquisite blue
Shiny scale
entranced
As her
head
Turns .
Her -in
Tail Jo
Wraps We
Around And
My waist
Catatonic movement Shackled by the place
Ties between the astral and me
Moving dead weight beyond my body
Shawn and cut and thrust by madness
Deafening beeps from their teeth
Cost shouting men
Price gouging meat
Blood draining from my neck
No one can see me
I’m just a pawn
Waiting to be sacrificed
Dreams are a solution but also a problem
A twisted labrynth of demons and angels
Shadows eat me and sleep cannot be me
Claws thrusting from the maw
She snakes on my shapes and shadow my deathbed
I’m dark and cut up on the places
I’m trapped on this table
Cables and writing
Fables and lighting
Feisty and angry and blank
I’m myself and not
I’m going through knots
Down and down and down
Clouds change
Like white sheets in the wind
Sometimes they hold rain
Throw down lightning and hail
Then wispy little ones like scales on a fish
Sun comes in this sky
Changes it heat from day to day
Through the clouds
They eat her rays gladly
Wind chases them like a little child chases butterflies
Ground is changed by these clouds
Hit ground with rain and plants come through the pavement
Hit the ground with hot dry sun
Hit the ground with mist
A succulent kiss on the ground from the clouds
Impart, impart, impart
Said the speckled frog
I’m walking in this soft moist bog
And a Willy wag tail squeaks
Be curt be curt be curt and cerful, thicker bushes
I squelch and simmer in the heat and avoid the bushes
A duck startles me
Map! Map? Map!
I check and see I’m indeed of course
Onwards to the swamp gums on the bank a kookaburra yells
Crockcrockacrockaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I hasten my retreat and avoid the area and get to my destination
Their in a little clearing is a old wise serpent whom I’m sure will tell me more I need to know
(I)
I became
stone inlaid
concrete part
of building us up
but I ask
for my half
my spirit is trapped inside
we are separated
by stone thats fake
by something that has no face
although created by
our hands
the way of the stone
was the way of a man
Ignored the teasing
ignored the hurt
build up the shield upon the hearth
protect all that is true
the way of the stone
is the way for you
I silence
born in fire
icy pinnacles
forest monster
(II)
Start but don’t
realize whats not
a gaze of a basilisk
medusas assumes
and you are immune
to her fast gaze
store inside you
all around you
the heavy rain that falls
those who walk on you
creep besides you
examine inside your hart
we are separated
by stone thats fake
by something that has no faith
berried beneath me
are those of ages past
and I will outlast
all your enemies and all your friends
as I am stone
and who may never end
(III)
I am beneath
A great tree
and on me it is written
nothing that can makes sense to you
nothing that you understand
nothing that has a means or ends
nothing that speaks of wisdom
the only
words
that you
can see
are those of those
who came after me
perhaps they are
writing on my surface
I store forever
mysteries of knowledge
but only I know truth
and that is enough to make
you realize that you cannot contain
the power that comes from
the way of the stone
(IV)
A stone
dreams forever
lost like a feather
fallen on the ground
marked on me from
ages past
and you dig me up
and find me
bring me to light
so that you can take a closer look
at what I have preserved
notice how its not at all
like anything else
you ever observed
natures call is natures beckon
the stone realizes that she
is not going to bring us reckon
she is the life
that makes it worth while
being a stone on a slippery isle
(V)
I
watch
I
wait
I
see a glance
a glacier comes across me
tears me a part
the wind erodes me
moss corrodes me
the monkeys use me as a tool
and even make more of me
if you think
that I am divine
you are sadly wrong
only a part
of a longer path
does a stones way know
my body is a mystery to all
and worth exploring
but as all have seen
and all may find that
I am only that thing
we can’t decide
the unknown knows and at last
you will discover that the way of the stone
is a part of everyones path
Will it pour down through it
It’s also gone wrong
Inside the house and prong
Is it difficult pain? Yes
Black slick pain that thins like oil
Rainbow death on the street
Generally winter weather has begat the blight
Hammers on my bone
I’m a little think
Assuming the article
Defines the fashion of mattocks
Sods of lava mirth
Brazen just faced
I eat only at dawn and dusk
Simple little bits
Like cotton candy in colour but like iced blood in taste
I don’t love or hate it
They see me sometimes
Faster and quick I’ll be
Bites of clouds they think
Nothing simple as the most beautiful things to see in the sky
It’s my only food now
Since the storm clouds left in autumn
They taste like lemons and crime
I love them, more than flying on the sky
