Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

lunar plans

rocket, rocket, and a ludicrous length of kitchen foil.

blast away, take off, through sullen rich skies and on to the moon…

[i have not been here recently.  been here, and there, and all the way over there. i do hope you understand.]

no moon journies as yet.  but soon.

pale lit coridoors

the world over they feel the same…a length with no purpose, other than transitory, perfunctory, and obligatory…

despite the first-light spent here, i still walk the wrong way from the door.  it’s as if the world’s on it’s head or the walls shift and rotate between stepping out one day and stepping out another.

there’s a sunset aching away just over there; seagulls caw and swoop in the orange glow and the fringes of clouds to become warm and light under a bubble bath haze.  but i’ll be reticent to join its space today.  the view may be up with the clouds, but the all-pervading fear of what may or may not or might not or will not, or can or could or just possibly… is just around the corner.

sleepyheid falls where our shadows melt to the dream from before…where we lashed a rope to a huge rock, then wrote what had passed onto a folded card, to be pulled down to the wide river bed, sunken with all the secrets of the world.  to a place where river water brushes the inked paper clean, dissolving the words to mere curls of letters, crisping over life, in nurture, holding back the flood.

flame

…and shines.

momentary piece

the winter returned;

one cold melody precipitated on the breath of
fire-flies dancing summer through.

wake and sleep.  count the lights of cars and lives
as they stroll on by.  marking time the only way known

a wreck, gathered in life and limb
to teeter at water’s edge.  confused
under this might of blue
why may
cloudsome weight blow by

and the words trickle
hot treacle streams
patter to the ground

succumb as the flood comes
cuspid, wrenching
placation

and drift, and wake, and wrap
and repeat.