the eternal lovers are too big and you can't see their gestures

nothing to delay

i have to remember this.

reconciliation

our ancestors probably huddled together on an icy train
now you and i sleep in peaceful nights
probably held hands up some far east mountain
all past times, only pastimes
your silly book of poems, now hardened into scripture
you've been wrestling with yourself for as long as you remember
you and i
some splinters from the center

all lost things will come scrambling back

drift with me
a softened story set upon the water

don't forget to put maca in your muesli

last night
I felt crackly and bad
the socks were disparaging
from their rickety wicker abode

Sat slumped in the closet
waiting for you to say nice things
to pick me off of the floor of myself

I can barely leave the house when socks don't go my way

this morning i awoke to your kind gesture
of shepherding socks
tied them to apron strings
so they wouldn't be hard to find
for my lazy searching

more to it than meets the eye,
ear or heart
but i just want to be love
and take it easy
so i will
and work
to try
and then i'm lost in all that stuff
i must come from so much space
that's why i'm so restless

ariel pink i love you, along with all the other beings

might just be a grey lizard warming his body
on a rock's face
but i'm not
i think to warm this heart
that is circling space like a tiny sun

a pulsing light with every beat
like a lighthouse
except there aren't any rocks
just endless sea
and there is no one coming home

hey hey woody guthrie i wrote you a song

so glad to see you here
from behind our eyes we peer out
like little children
stuck in bedrooms
feelings sorry for what you've been through
don't even try to keep it to yourself
you put on a face to help
see each other
i just want to take you from yourself
out from under



ya, it sounds horrendous
to let it fall aside
remember in the long stream
horror's not unkind
for the sweetness to come out
you must crack the sweet fruit