centrifugally simple

when it rains, it rains
and when you're up, you're up; come,
keep it spinning 'round

city climb

alleeoop! swing up
put your weight into it, breathe
one foot at a time

do you?

you could color skies
with your pretty open eyes,
pyramid at will

stone faced folly

This one's for tonight:
a nod to your mystery –
and slap on your cheek.

•

[Fine features, moldy crown.]

one-track

few reasons to sink;
you can muster resolve – go,
and don't over-think

focal point

i stepped on the cracks
and waited. eyes wide, i stood;
things started to change

be loud

scream! or don't, your call
– though it would be dramatic,
a rambunctious thrill

under wires

seems like the globe is
a rubber-band ball, held taut
by collective will

crash, fool

you fantastic fool
we could all take you to school
but we won't bother.

*

come, on – make it crash!
if you're just as mad as that;
you'll feel lots better.

fall uP

in a world of frames
i will pull you out and then
we'll make frame ladders

we'll climb to the top,
draw ropes in the air, zip-line
over trees, fall up

movement

please step lively, dears
this world keeps rocking and here,
we're not planting roots

average 16 on top

your yellow-tooth grin
–unkempt beacon of bacon,
has no place here, sir.

***

find a friend and cling
to their best ways of doing;
then make them your own

continental

some, they fly alone
know all routes to be known, and
like spacious branches

they land alone, too.

up-ender

STOP! I want no more.
In fact, I'll take my hat; there's
something I must do.

spot light

don't tinsel me, you
verbose bungler of The Crush;
I'd sooner hear truth.

***

wouldja look-a 'ter?
yellah skirt, ayveeatars–
dats a young film star

boy and bird

i read a story
of a boy who'd never hurt
self-stalled, wouldn't fall

then, one who jumped - deep,
expecting, couldn't keep o'er
the waves; they broke him

both phoenix'd; all's fine
but presuming lost both time

suggestion: love, let.

RGB

same lights, new jungles
and these forests are deep, rich
canopies, alive

deep bass

do you acknowledge:
these dream-like occurrences
are stubbornly real

if before, in doubt
you sought assurances, now
it's a beat you feel

***

we sailed a boat once,
out past the docks, and we jumped
off your bow, tandem

our ins and outs

nostalgic notions
mud and wood hikes, pennies flat
our compelling tides

***

please plait my brown locks
but if you pull my hair, i'll
pull yours; s'only fair.

who's pulling

some say, in your dreams,
you're third person to the scene–
hands-off narrator

ah, but be awake
and when your tendons pull, pay
mind to who's pulling

diabolical colors

I dream in pigments–
not only shy reds and blues;
there are wicked hues

cracks

glad that we have knees
and waists, fingers, since sometimes
I just want to fold

repeat

notice when you swell
for the smallest happy thing–
add it to a list

stare at it fondly
see it, then throw it away
know what moves you; move

take a number

don't leave an ink stain

on my brand new hard wood chair
i want to sit there.

origami

under a dog-ear
you'd hide until not here when
you could if you tried

dapper

stack your hat, tilt it
shift your stride to match your tease
be street; be neat. be.

bow ward

our backs to the sun
we kept straight on and dragged 'hind
us, weakened anchors

outposts

in certain places
streets are stone-washed rivers,
stoops,
for tying your boat

foul breath

kamikaze kane:
he wore leather, he went, fast–
wore a pinky ring.

*
if you ignore it,
it thickens and tangles and
trips your smooth stride

if you match faces,
stand at-nostrils, in place? then
you've foul breath to hide.

bear hug

walking from the train
i met a friend; we shivered
and smiled at our laughs

*
wait, you're telling me
that we're all meant to pretend
that we don't yet know?

*
i find, in summer
the mountains are lighter, heights
more easy to carve

best lemons

if you're attentive
the sky comes out charging and–
big as it is–calms.

*
one million rocks
one vermillion tide; my
eyes on this blue pen.

*
hey, sit next to me.
we'll drink minted lemonades
and watch our sneakers

pebbled us.

why not make me wait?
go on then, climb your tree and–
shh, sneak back inside

*

this makes me think of
you, me, and all those times we'd
salt our cuffs at sea

sit next to me.

if you can help it
avoid obfuscation; hey!
fewer words, more true

***

if you'd seen me then
would you've known my sly grin, felt
reverberations?

good form

erroneous frames
around our nebulous forms;
please feel free to stRETCH

stopping blocks

us against the 'stop'
solid urging, forward on
we need no limits

mouth muscles

failing my anger
I breathed,
and relaxed these mouth
muscles
so taut

sun-fever taken,
cloud coddled, air shaken, all
but Now, I forgot

keep it up

the arch in our backs
finds us strong, and our eyes glint,
betraying our tough

keep straying up while
the ether implores you; it
seems we've the Right Stuff

private pseudonym

pull up the shades and
set the tea on the sill; there's
a day's worth to do.

***

i made up a name
that i'll call you sometimes, yes?
private pseudonym.

yes, here and there

why not span the world,
carry your life on your back,
find your self regions

if your migrations
bring you round this way again–
sure, catch up with me.

out lines

it was so dark that
we had to see by touching
the rough wood-planked floor

***

I see us in lines;
you tend to run straight and I
run like watered paint

seen, sewn

one night I turned green
waiting for attention and
wanting to be seen

***

pull at rich fringes
'til they ring the world you sew
and fray, beat and used

now approaching

we're made for walking;
the farther we go, the more
we learn when to slow

my wheels

it came straight at me
this naked-free-take-on-self
head-on collision

I think you were there
to smile when it hit; sure, you
drove the other car

***

if I'd disembarked,
I'd have never had the chance
to sight-see en route

it's fine though, didn't need that anyway

ouch! your piercing smarts
and sharp perception got me
at my hidden part.

now with a slashed route,
it's only half pretty and
it'll all pour out.

sweet deep blues

use your bending spoon
to blend city lights with night
and taste sweet deep blues

yes, I like the edges

stay 'til the next stop
let the world roll underfoot
from here, catch your breath

and then it's all yours–
street-shadow lively, strong wind;
our outside: music

***

and you'll see, it's all illuminated, like the edges of a photo on fire

clear out

hey, pull me apart
spill confetti on the bed
let's learn from my head

stay, glow

when you planned your night
did you think t'd go like this?
fine strung glowing pearls

***

probably, you'll stop
but it won't be til you know
you've
no need
to go

see fore

your linear points
and my nebulous notions
so often collide

that we might assume
atmospheric conditions
can be set aside

and that somehow, our
far away pinkies are tied:

an iron constellation

if we'd gone into 3D, there

would've been an end
but we elected to turn
another wild bend

now given these outs,
could it be that we'd rather
stay the X-marked route

or watch door frames blend?