When even the crickets have given up song,
and the comets lost their voices in a hoarse pursuit of
orbit,
I can listen to the sound that makes no noise
except in the heart– not the ear– of the listener.
Beauty does not sing, but
breathes!
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Beggar man sleeps like an
exhausted child
In the doorway of a bar called Heavens Door
The neighborhood people feed him once in a while
He looks a little like Jesus with his reddish beard
Tries to be brave and he will smile
“I’m alright ” he will say if you ask how he is
Sometimes he argues with invisible beings
or maybe its himself
He never changes his clothes
he owns nothing but his rags and a bucket
He turns the bucket upside down
In the daytime perched on the corner
Silently begging
Coins drop at his feet
He will gather them later
when he sees them
The brilliant boule of youth
shuddered and obtuse
milks yeast from out your eyes to see:
and what these messages entail are these:
we wait for thee to say
the name across the page
the limitless expanse of dreams– and come what may–
we’ll drink the lyric fruit of everything:
this exists within
after bending in
to say
how do you do
how do you do it world
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sky turns from navy
to an electric blue
broken by an orb of pink
growing slowly
over the Mississippi
A time not seen by many
when the day seems to slow
then speed up again
A man rides alone on his bicycle
weighed down by goods
from the corner 24 hour mart
a spider spins her web
invisibly in the corner of my porch
the air weighs heavy
alluding to the heat to come
a rare silence lulls over
the normally bustling street
broken only by the first birds chirping
and a siren perhaps miles away
as the world wakes up
i drink my tea to relax
smoke the last cigarette of the day
unable to sleep when the world is dark
finally able to lie down and let go
I don’t want to play games with mean people anymore
snip and snipe
and back and fourth
and going nowhere of course
I don’t want to see mean faces anymore
sharp teeth
and snide smiles
run and run
run for miles
I don’t want to like mean people anymore
take and take
and nothing in return
nothing but scars
and searing burns
Buffalo know me nightmare.
Buffalo hurt me under all my tide.
Buffalo hurt me.
Buffalo hurt me,
Cut my throat,
But I’m fighting out of the room I died in,
Fighting into some woman’s heart.
Buffalo cut me,
Buffalo hurt me in the sky,
Don’t tell me why,
Please don’t tell me why.
I burst this old hat,
Right off my head,
With the pansies I put in,
So that I might dance outside the gate,
Waiting to be let in,
In my miseries,
In my huddle,
Smiling without reason or words,
Showing you the rabbit,
Out here under the cold plains.
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Two hundred flowers
were delivered
Dripping with regret
gifts returned in
screaming temper
Anger difficult to remember
For it brings me laughter
Whenever you are
Difficult to forget
The wars we had
the strategies planned
Trying to make
each other understand
In a whirlwind set of castles and art
We wrote scripts
for each other
Then we
rewrote our part