inside then outside / outside then in

the entrance is here. the intimidation of the loaded up rebellion makes this moment severe. people learn to look away. the heavy cast iron skillet fries something forever, smell of breakfast and the end of last night.

tomorrow gathers into streaming articulation: aren’t we always saying things like that? the expressive energy captures intimate knowledge and flings it thru the night of stars and wobbly planets. every adjustment clings to old ideals. beginning again, words to the effect that anything has been placed in the images that we recall.

the dream slides off the table into the waves. shift of focus, honest betrayal, lights out, returning…

returning, stroke of midnight, no one wants to leave this place alone. stroke of noon, chance, balloons associated with glee, millennial songs.

power outage, total drama, gifts and imagery.

clear-eyed, probing divided sky, innermost feelings throw light, cast doubt, open doors.

the spiel rolls into another verse, looping back, all or nothing.

can’t simply say anything, new year and old thoughts. what’s the strictly perfect essence?

the entrance is here, new day, as if any could be old. the handy facts are thru doorway, waiting, just a comment here and there.

here is a lazy morning, or desperately tired, or alone in accrued facts. there is a chance in the sun, or wait for snow, or each beat takes a perfect forever, and gives it back.

or there is nothing to say but a lot of saying…

the date is whole and beautiful because we say so.

it’s a collision, it comes to the fore, it arrives, it shows, it has to be you, it flies thru the night..

the ages indicate the constant activity, the thing we fight for, words after all.

finally detained saying, this is a memorable time…

name day

your name falls away daily. we serve this condition, knowing our limits. this indefinition clouds everything, our way of life entire. shortages become clear eventually. the name returns, tho. rockslides reminds you of slippage, one day among many. choosing is compulsive and a furious structure. it will heat the moment into a lava that will make all rocks forgotten. the sight of that volcano scares us all. everyone’s name is in that stew; the destruction is perfect. you think it ends yet there you stand. the confusion anticipates a filled lifetime, edge of the crater. yell loudly because, look, the oddities lift us. what a surprise when the fading ends. the cat returns from wherever, bedraggled but real in fur and sound and where’s the food now? darkness brings relief. Thoughts will relax and, later, gentle sleep will be testament to our real virtue. and your name, it rides a cloud. there is no forgetting, such an idea is just too tacky to stay with. your name goes then returns: you never moved. the clouds befriend us. anything becomes closed and willful, anything changes into the direction of tomorrow’s wind. confused antics make us roll our eyes. memory has its break thrus, your name is back, with half a chance. don’t just leave, but remember the mark you made. it might help you in your return.

sum of the parts

tell me it's time
to abandon the familiar feel
of internal organs
put delicious metaphors
in place of them
a sticky sweet concert
of eclectic geometry
better to bleed blood
than words
better to seem aesthetic
than honest
and then eventually

we just eat each other