Suburban Pastures

Blue sky hangs high,
this grass so green;
still this field
is no place for horses.
A pasture wrapped tight
with picket fence borders,
the interstate
through its heart
like headwaters.
On four legs they stand
with their teeth
in their mouths,
but they still look
as noble as ever.
Yet you'll never believe
what you see
in this place;
for this field
is no place for horses.

In the Eyes of Cosmic Storms

Crawled from endless hallways

through oxytocin haze

of unlived days

experienced thirdhand.

I have ridden waves on violent seas

in the eyes of cosmic storms

and will do so

for time eternal.

Beyond our finite bodies

we expand into forever

as entangled threads of being

stitched into the face of God. 

The Hands of Ghosts

The cold smoke coils
Hanging in the reaches of my breath
Define the moments
Hanging in the reaches of our being.
I'm remembering
That your body is a wasteland,
And lying still,
As my veins bleed into themselves
Relentlessly.
I tire by wandering
The endless halls
Of alternate possibility
Until I give up
On my fantasies.
It all just feels
Like swimming through the hands of ghosts.

Oceans

Thought of me without you;
it would be like oceans.
Typhoon seasick,
and the north star fallen.
Sank with the ship like her captain
to the bottom of nothing
where I dwell with the strange life
and forget that I was something.

Untitled

I've rehearsed my understanding
of that which demanded it.
Been drunk for a week
and left dreaming
of halcyon days.
By a lack of understanding
you shut the door on me.
In my ennui
I caused harm.

I was lost inside myself
and you found me that way;
like a dog
that doesn't wag its tail.

The Weatherman

My head is fucking cloudy;
full of rainclouds.
Storms of strength unseen
anger seas of calm
between my temples.
Golden rays of sun
are in the forecast of my mind
for days unrevealed.

mushrooms

I relive scenes
of warmer moments;
your essence drifts
through my time.
It was the same
on those mornings after drinking.
Just the same
as flashbacks
from last night's mushrooms.
Now I stare softly
at 5 o'clock sunsets
that come so early
as your sunset
in my sky.

River Drunk

Last night
I was on the other side
of the ocean,
breathing clean air.
Watched reflections
of distant shores
projected on a screen
of cool waters.
Heard a late-night train
headed to faraway places,
and drowned
in all of it.
This morning
I rise early
to headaches
and unfulfilled responsibility.

Shoreline

I saw you walking
along my sandy beaches
so I made my way to the shoreline,
but found no size 8 footprints;
they'd been washed away by tides.
I called your name
and received my answer:
     crashing waves
     ocean's sound
I realized
you'd been on vacation.
A swim, I thought
would wash away the longing
and the heat of your disdain.
Instead I found myself
drowning in the calmest waters.

Stagnant Life

With no drink
to ease my mind,
I shut myself in
and deny prophecies.
By breathing perfume air,
I sink into the past like lead
to the floor
of the ocean of time.
The still life I was living
Is now the stagnant life I live,
but really,
it feels the same.