upbeat

you write sheet music
looking up, with nimbus fades,
drop beats, zephyr slides

it's the kind of thing
that would have all people sing
if they'd harmonize

easy colors

act like it's easy
to strut across any road
and your map unfolds

***

pull out the colors
even if they stubbornly
planned to stay inside

make waves

it took time to warm
the lines stretching here to there;
now we can make waves

***

find your comfort shell
then lose it for the wind and
persimmon seafoam

sky guitar

seems we have a tie
twixt your whys and my why-nots
let's just be and know

***

at some point you'll find
that I wasn't being kind;
you're mesmerizing

roots

you pulled at my
stops

drew me further ac ro ss lines
and my vision blurred

still, with sharpened sense
I took hold of the present,
tossed what you'd interred

***

I have a French poster whose tape does not stick.

bent bars

I could have told you–
in this bold pattern'd world,
we'd find lines to blur

make it up

never mind the tolls
as long as you're paying, why,
no one will collect

***

found a way to see
the farthest yonder lands; I
climb attractive hills

light note

take me, if you will
I'm a lofty conundrum
made of flickered light

and you, you're a note
pin'd to a soulful kid's mind
between truths and dares

the hard to reach places
appeal the most.

certain tugs

this morning in chill
and still hanging from night threads
I wove warmth from past

so when I awoke
I'd no more full cover, but
insubstantial lace

in any case, I'm
headed out
and I've a new wool coat.

make a point

someone told her once
to forgive herself quickly
for she'd things to be

mark the spot

on top of the world
while we watch, we're entertained
no reason to budge

character writing

we misunderstand
each other more than we should;
you're in character

so indignantly
you stay just slightly aloof
missing all the fun!

yeah, sure

you're the solution!
aye, but tell me something new.


you're the problem, too.

*

but there's hope, young mind
and it's easiest to find
in gestures of True

front stoop

pick me up, savvy
there's hardly a better time
for a rendezvouz

first light

interpret the glow
of every passing light
as another first

Truth-spent

are you ever spent
or do you thrive on nights that
seem never to end

***

find those places that
allow you more than glimpses
and afford you Truth

***

pause and listen, really

ask for it

I knew I waited
but I didn't think to call
instead I listened

only now it's clear
that my way onward is here!
I'd only to ask

or stay golden

given our exits
at times we prefer to stay,
make it to the roof

***

high light and low burns;
if I should name it golden
you'd reconsider

see swell

swell introductions,
yet negotiating shores
and undercurrents

***

far be it from me;
my bone white flag won't self raise
and you don't own one

walk this way

alternate music
soundtracks my favorite stride
you can hear it too

***

bluster your day time
or forget your self in dusk
good notions pull on

night hue

find me a city
that glows brighter blue in the
wildest, twinkling way

cerebral masse

individuals
en masse, si con la gente
derive momentum

***

give me another
walk around the block, so that
we know well the street

lucky daily

if you're game, I'll share
some of my lucky numbers;
they change every day

sweet new

cold air burns the lungs
that stretch against their bounds,
find sweet new limits

every morning

are you in or out?
pick your battle, choose your side
or simply behold

turn with others

faintly, I thought you'd
pass a world's turn in this place,
but you'd never need

*

rest on your druthers
and know that often, some will
rely on others'

penny I'd

shoulders of giants
make some people taller and
some lose their balance

***

I found a penny
in a puddle near my door
and I left it there.

chin up

excuse my dream state
it has me plum by the chin,
stares me in the eyes

my idea

how did I get here?
I think someone stole my wheels;
my shoe leather's worn

last I checked, you'd gone
made away with my bus pass–
right. my idea.

we saw bears

we saw bears that day
not avenging some lost Might,
no - turning trash cans

***

my world rotated
as rooted nature grabbed hold
of our nostalgia

false limits

imbibe your moments
know of false limits you might
sometimes just ignore

funny, just under

funny, just under
four seconds passed before you
read my weary mind