siren

sun-dropped
in hues of shade and
penumbra

knower
whirlwind, tempestuous
boon of forlorn
bringer and holder

there was an island, south
i saw her there
in sun, brazen, statuesque
impalpable
she waves at me still

saturday

a whole lot of nothin'

waiting for the gate to open

the ringing bell

days and months and years finally

tired and well-worn

slide ghostly behind

and here i am

another saturday

words now

miles davis on stereo

hazed thought, grizzled hair

dimmed lights, reflections

so much has come

so little for wanting

roads go forward

paths, winds in sullied arch

leading out, beyond this

what is

this punctuated quiet

and me here

another saturday night

lost to the clouds

I

power

and on and on and on

I cannot slow myself

i breathe heaving

a great jellyfish

a soldier-giant plodding along

dream-scaped corridors

endless, cracked and graying halls

sallow hands shaking

despondent faces in throng

in multitude, unwitting of origin

Outdated implementations

Cannot abide it

listless cranking

back and forth and back to unfixed end

it forms within my psyche

tinkers

and wheel arcs

searing thought

to set me off

and i am gone

good days

red earth
sun-kissed dust
in atmosphere clouding
blue water
in veins across the crackled face

mud-caked
coated on red flesh
on red lips
cracked white
the song is in the union