inside

open wide
let me come inside

i've been drifting aimlessly
for days upon the tide
a whale as white as pages read
its counsel I confide

the sky, it sheds a tear into
the mirror upon its side
the drum is hollow through and thru
the angels wings are dry, singing

open wide
your heart is hard to hide

now Lord you've taken me astray
in truth I found you lied
you've left me with these bills to pay
to swim in tears you've cried

waterspouts are nothing more
than children in the sky
the whale he spouts nears the shore
inside him, I will die.

Open wide,
let me come inside.

Carefully

Slowly I will write a short sonnet
that isn't what it seems
everything has a motion and a motive
ation
and I am the speaker
and you are the reader.
you got that.

Clearly, I have been at this before
but the knocking from the liminal is
at the door. Hello father time, what do you see
I see a girl and a dog wait up in that tree
and the sea is green and the sky is blue
but what can my father above think or do (Rather)

his honesty lies in a tunnel below
the surface of ages; the curtain of stages
I'm certain you have seen him dancing
on pages before a crowd who may be dead
but is no longer contagious

My hope is to find an angle beyond my own
and you have it, sitting in your home
with your like square of light beeming into your eyes
a little dancing girl with stockings and thighs
yes I'm there you know that its nothing but tress
in these moutains these valleys that have morbid dreams.
They sing out a night=song that daylight may steep
but queerly I know that your heart does not beep
the horn of a valley the laugh in your alley
the crouch in the cali and place to be seen

I know what your thinking, what does all this mean?
well clearly I'm back. Can you doubt what you've seen
my eyes are blue and my smile is green
and theres nothing but clean tall trees
in my sights. I tear them down with a saw and
the might of a forest that has nothing to do
with the scene of a crime that you know and
you know what I need. I need the smoke from
the trunk and the bark and the leaves
to signal for help and inject all the seeds
of fear in the eyes of american teens
"SELL out stocks" in the seams of this bean

a stock and a jack and a story
silly seattle singer dead
boy oh boy
this was what he meant
coming from my head
my head
pulling
Carefully