would your wish be to open, when seeping out it merged with everything
else. i call this nonconclusive, i say it’s just conducive
to the study of practicing how just to stay here now,
in the center of a steady pulse, certainly
the best things tether mind to body to
the insanity of the soul’s
hard-pressed bouquet of flowering.
we sat at the buffet and we sat all day,
staring at the fruit juices on plates
collecting- collecting thoughts for another place
(be it forward or backward both are all or more destructive).

i say gather your fortitude for summer,
lay still beneath burnt lilac bushes and crusted beehives,
a humming, a purring, back arched like cat/march hair; dark/fair.
when opening these pages i find the fierce howling desire
to kiss you all and give
my smile’s trembling, my eyes’ wetness
back into the churning
i say i’d rather give it all away
then stand alone and burning.

(and i meant it. and i mean to do this earnestly.
this could be something i could care to care about,
perpetual loving, open-ended caring,
come back here now to the point . of being)

Oh, little one, walk the earth
in search of sun-soaked edges.
With nothing to confess our distances found us
all weeping lilting voices lifting
it out with spoons of righteousness
you must
change your life

and when the sky moans and crackles i exhale
to keep the stars out of my mouth