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Aurora Borealis


Put your hand down on the ice
and stand on all fours.
There is a creaking and cracking on the frozen ground
and the cold of the floors

now this hardwood apartment
turns into a scene
where everything is powdered white
and nothing is green

the outdoors come inward and
inside goes out
with the pond and the stream and trees
frozen stout

the winds go Northward
with the chill of the pines
and the bookshelves
are icicles hanging
like chimes

Staircase becomes willows
the couch becomes grass
the lights become stars
brilliant comets pass

When crouching on water
as solid as glass
we all trust in Nature
and God and say "Yes,

I'm in wonder,
on water, I stand.
Defying all Nature,
I'm holding your hand.

and as I stand upright,
in this mystic scene,
and you say nothing
and I know what you mean.

I'm speechless
sublime
it's ineffable too.
to have the world paint this clearing
then sign it by You."

With the last sound, I'm whisked
back to the woodfloor.
My apartment creeks coldy
when I shut the door.

But I look out the window
and see the North Star
where Comets blaze bright
singing,"I am not far."

mecha

slept the felt pen with cloth.
the hair of the back of a sloth
runs against the grain of evolutions tough
with a mung and a cough

faces of bland mayonnaises decieve you
as people and places create to retreve who
you think you are
your reflected beautiful self
you purcahse and collect to
sit on the shelf.

you hate me don't you
because of what I have
you think I'm snot-nosed and worthless and
and and
I can't I won't I don't have a clue
you silly and worhtless girl


you think I'm so spoiled and thehn what are you
you mightnot know what I know about you
I know your afraid and I figured out why
you think you can take all these things when you die
but now you are wrong, they are just in your eye and you don't have what I have

you don't have what I have

I have this. I have this moment and this person who is reading these words. you won't get this you silly silly girl. you won't get these readers adoring you. don't you adore me? Don't you adore me!

BOOM

the 1992 earth quaked
with my feet
touching its face
I am laced with a different understanding
am I the chosen one
am I demanding
the respect that you need
until the thought must bleed
and bllek ou the wrreke of the lady
and in the trees the world will be shady.

I sit with my family in the desert with the fruit trees outside looking like scarecrows. I am seven years old. I am smiling. I am clean.
I have little gapped teeth. I have the world I have always wanted. I have candy and flowers and women. my aunt. my mom. my grandma.

they sing in harmony these women. finding out ways to make me smile.
they are tall. they are caring they are beautiful. they are everything and nothing.

standing with their hands clasped and their mouths open, singing a chord of pure joy. Frozen in time as the camera moves across their faces diaganoly.

I can imagine the pool and the 50's furniture and the beauty of the mountains in the valley of the desert. I am hopeful I am free and I'm what want to be. I need the dough of my mind with these thoughts and won't cry.

I won't cry.

Pray for Rain

I'm holding my hands out and waiting for
the ash of the cross
to fill them.

I'm looking at the sun move
orange across the sky
and dye the road red
and I speak out to cry:

"Lord, bring your blessing,
Push away these fears,
the treetops are burning,
drown me with tears.

You are my father,
I am your son,
I am your child,
let us be one"

and the sky responds:

"Mock me not, for I am control;
The sun and the moon and the stars in my role,
You think you can hear me?
Look deep in your soul.
Breathe in the ash and you will be whole."

the sky then smiled
as I took in a breathe.
chested clenched as I
sputtered
and layed to my death.

Now my body is grounded
and I am above
staring down at the fire,
I have found love.

I'm on a unconsciouses tip

Flipout the rested hairs
from the nexts back.
the microphone won;t stnad in the ay
so jump today! in a bail of hay, i say.
the grey and averance of the morn wo't stop nothingness
for I have seen the glory of a absent minded professor
and they profess what you need and want
and I won;t smell the differents of the samness anymore
my nose is full and done
skip the stone on the surface and let it dive deep down down down
into he mindseyes places
don't look up and at the imdeiate take your time looking ionward
I will keep messing uwhen the world around me is my focus.
I will only make mistakes when I think I will. I will only look uo at the screen when I tink I sshould.
I don't care. the puirple dinosaur has nothinng to do with vision. I'm so surrounfed bu the outside world that I have nothing esle to five, I need to get into myseldf. I need to tape Devlin, I need to let go. let go. let go. shapes and phrases have Washington to do with childhood. in a corrosions of the doors I have'[t opened before. I stood at the door.
and then broke the world and broke the spell and now I'm back in reality. back in hell.

lets keep this going with one more try. I won't look up or open my eyes. the hardest task I find in life is discipline. my father has it. my mother has it. I am the tickling. I am the monster. I am the fat fuck ,. I am unadulterated, I am a fiend. I am nothing.

that worked.

Tell me are you free?

I have the key
and sing the shouts out
from the subliminilala
to the sublime
from the criminal to the
crying coughs of a whiming willows
wasted barks like a dog.

the transparent minds eye flys freely focused on
the abstracted anger of mulitutdes.
focres of natical trades
find winds of plague
at push the fresh contagious
away.

gritting out the graphic past
for nothing to something,
the stars will find a way to shine when the world
is full of trunpentine

I hold my breathe before i submerge
into to the subconcously sound ways
of my mind. the figures that appear see
the find a way to the surface.

now the butterfly won;t mind that i touch it's wings
when I'm inclined to search and look for the dna
of an answered phrase. is this staying in the realm of understanding , is this
you invatatoin.

have i left
will i stay
a few sense
short
of the change to
pay.

blessing from beneath
a diamond universe of teeth
and the pink that turns the river
brings tingles to the liver
for I am drunk with the thought
that I will be alone and caught
with my pnats down below my head
sooner than you think. we will all be...