try it

what would you do if
you suddenly knew you are
infinite?

–yes; You.

aperturesolution

squint and i'll be blue,
see all kinds of unTrue. wide-
eyed, I take the world.

wait, or do.

i've seen you before.
are you aware that we're a
conversation from

a life changing thought
that, no matter how big, waits
quiet and ready?

waterlily

flash and then it's out
that thing i dreamed about, that
once disarming glow

that burned as much as
shined, too nebulous to know.
out. but i'm not cold

tidal

a while since i learned
that stagnant water chokes; i
like your ebb and flow

Bearded hitchhiker

You're learning, you say?
Doesn't matter, stay away–
knowing need not learn.

deep breath

have you a firefly
at string to your back, towing
your stories in a

bold-patterned sack? have
you a reason to smile at
the air, a dusky

conclusion to your
anywhere? have you a glass
unto faraway

springs, physics and forked
paths and song-words with rings? have
you a feeling, yet?

i have some i could
share; o, what a free breath when
you know it is

there.

upkeep

this, over my head
let's not seek crossbeams; instead
we might let it float

fly colour, fly

lucky avenue
that takes the weight of your shoes.
but how do you choose?

free hand

you must let it go
don't pull, don't push; verily,
what stays with you, should.

rotated

felicitous turns
of fortune, lucky numbers
when you want them. see.

the shaza

do you ever feel
when you're standing on ground
that the floor's not enough
that you're weight's
too
profound

that you'll
soon have to jump
or fall backward
and see

what catches you?

flush

entertain fancies
that wait at the top; climb to
retrieve them, or not

as long as you know
that your cheeks are aglow

while you are climbing

monte cristo'd

but if we did, we'd
speak in beat-boxed rhymes, nods and
significant glances

•

scratch and scratch a hole,
burrow through to light; then, once
you're on the ledge? jump

(the water's warm, the swimming's good.)

circles

roundabout we went.
i only stopped when i knew
what i seek will come.

new angle

my dear, do try; i
have listening ears and my,
i like to hear you.


–honey, won't you let me in–

wound up

it's your beat that plays
your pattern that weaves, your wrists
that start a new thread

keyholed

when all you can see
is a tiny, shadow'd square

know there's sun, somewhere

*

why, don't be blue if rust's your preferred hue

good point

bend your mind to see
there are reasons to just be
all those yous you love

*

i'll swallow your soup
if you spike my lemonade
with cinnamon sticks.

dark room

i fell into this
and stumbled when i rose, and
then i learned to walk