in seven
billion years
when our sun
goes nova
maybe then
we'll understand
that suns too
do buckle under
to big business
cosmic big-ness
every trickle
tickled by God
that unknown
time creator
is it
just lust
or is it
pure love
all this 
creative
as to
destruction
so 
in seven 
billion years
when 
our glorious sun
when glory
goes nova
will it be a push
and a shove
or will
it be
some final
instruction
what if
going nova
go doing
is nothing
but chaos
what if 
that nova
celestial effect
changes everything
both heartbreaks
and freedom
believing something
beyond faith
realizing mistakes
releasing energy
through time
out into space
so go nova
that sacred 
time and place
life going nova
endow creation
embrace God
transform
within creation
that cosmic face
reformation
as is
always with
is this
astral case

     * * * 

 

I've got poetry
wanting to rush
out of me
onto some
ageless page
no matter
lines or spaces
just a place
for my rave and rage
I've got poetry
I need
to flush out of me
spew across some page
write words
paint pictures
carve images
into and out of
providential stone
build buildings
simply cement
worldly implements
I'm at that stage
I've got poetry
I need
to push out of me
like van gogh
slice off an ear
shake and bake
my tainted feelings
let faith and love
rearrange me
incinerate my fear
I've got poetry
that is
crushing me
pushing me
up against a wall
words that tell a story
about how high I fly
and how I fall
I've got poetry
that is eating me
chewing me
down to skin and bone
words that keep
reminding me
that I must atone
I've got poetry
trying to wash over me
words and thoughts
wanting to gush
out of me
there is ice and slush
at times molten lava
erupting out of me
when I fall 
into some cold sea
I feel I'm drowning
crowned by words
and tons of lines
that pull me up
that push me down
all that poetry
deep inside of me
needs a ready page
where all that errant poetry
can release me
from my feral cage
in that fragile moment
I know that I must die
even though that terrifies me
even though I might cry and cry
all that eruptive poetry
all that poetic gravity
simply has me
write more poems
while I dream
and wonder why

           * * * 

 

last summer's fire
has burned us
to our very core
we are
this world
even earth
and more
so much is gone
renounced in flames
now ash and soot
so little life
yet unannounced
still remains
it's not just
deer and elk
it's not just
bear and cougar
it's colonies
of ants
all those small
reclusive creatures
small birds and voles
this is circumstance
what should we eat
what could creatures
find as food and meat
we're out of sync
nature out of balance
fire has taken everything
it's not tragic fairy tale
or bleeding romance
luna weeps for us
knowing real death
this unwieldy destruction
has finally come
there is no instruction
in this critical
mess and muss
so now this forest is done
what time can recover
spirit lost to none
this current
climate nature
is our current
climate stature
since fire
has truly won

        * * * 

 

come back to me
in my dream okay
I want to see
your long black
flowing hair
I need to see
your shining eyes
I need to once again
share your compassionate aire
I long to commit
my two lips
connect with your passionate kiss
cement our love
we somehow didn't get
along that gravelly
country road
that dark still night
where we first
dreamily met
I felt my being flutter
midst that story book twitter
it seemed time
almost stopped
somehow when our eyes
like twilight
suddenly set
as passion 
instantly uttered
unspoken words
I looked for you
that dark night
while a bunch of us
danced wildly
across a crazy
city street
once again
I hoped
as a group of us
dazed hipsters
hopped and bopped
twist and shout
through a steady stream
of downtown traffic
me hoping
you and I
would somehow meet
another dream
another storied place
as a myriad of stranger's faces
passed beneath my flying feet
still somehow
in that mystic dark
I rode a turbaned cricket
down urban hobbit's 
mythic hole
I thought
if I could find you
we'd kiss
a thousand kisses
then twirling
in that crowning swirl
we'd kiss
ten thousand more
I wasn't sure
I would get here
crawling into dancing
across a checkered floor
dream another dream
passing through a sticky door
searching for your painted lips
my memory
of your swaying hips
urging me
to seek you even more
mixed with those genie genetics
it was smoke and mirrors
as my dreams
turned more frenetic
I just wanted
to get back home
hoping and wishing
I'd find you there
a jack of spades
turned another page
while a queen of hearts
simply turned her back
as that red card
never truly cared
finally I woke
lying naked
in death's cemetery
that's where
jinn and I spoke
we watched you
clambering
onto all fours
out of some ancient
cursed well
you chewed off my bloody lips
you devoured my maimed soul
it seemed cruel death
was truly necessary
while demon jinn
carved ill fated names
onto razed and wicked stones
passionate love
displayed as defamed tombstones
compassion
was forbidden
what was left
in after life
erected right
at those unchained gates
of wicked hell
all I wished
was that you might
half fill my cup
one quarter water
just enough
one quarter wine
to quench love's thirst
fill another cup
half with wine
for this lost love
half with blood
to feed my soul
just enough
to heal this
wounded heart of mine

 

here is your crown
to plant upon your head
here is your cross
that will bear all your sin
since your life
is up and down
faith will lift you
from your grave
that perfect dead
when your eyes
are open
you'll see
that God is right
when your soul
is coping
you'll know
that God is might
when your heart
is longing
for something 
that is light
you'll find
that God's will
is dawning
to gift you
blessed sight
when you think
you are done
can't find things
you can afford
know that God
is true wisdom
know that true wisdom
is blessed lord

         * * * 

 

remorse
so much
more
than just
regret
I am
irreversible
just being
universal
one
encrusted man
flustered
adjust
maimed
try trusting
see
regress
sensing
more than
ingress
I am
busted
contra
thus
robust
versial
so
being
more than
taunted
just like
undaunted
God
try too
immaculate
be free
though
I'm still
haunted
intro
thus
reduced
inarticulate
deduced
I just
simply don't
won't
invent
those haunting
re
gretful
ghosts
so often
dis
placed
so often
mis
placed
remorse
that regret
in
duced
simply by
some dire
vortex
spiraling
blessed truth
demand
needing
implying
more than
all
this world's
heartless
cruel
such current
re
formation
en
graved
troubled words
towering
unsheathed swords
sour babble
indicative dour
so uncouth
empirical saviours
encrusting lies
more
distrusting
thus
boldly
regretful
implies
remorse
perhaps oddly
tortuous stress
and even
maybe worse
contra
cur and curse
dicting
just watch
storied glory
where victors
glorious
they stand
seem inspired
appropriating
remanding
remorselessly atop
brute mountain
forcefully
simply golden
so enlightened
reprimanding
thus I
light
my fiery self
ablaze
what remorse
can
accompany
this
punitive touch
plus
a lawful match
instructive
a tabernacle torch
in
with thus
communicado
I knew
remorse
attached
to my
hatcheted soul
emotionally
I'm sorely
matchless
scorched
blaze after
harried blaze
so much
scarring fire
nothing but
uncaring ash
more than
harmful
daring
real horror
more than
blood and gore
more than
wretched sorrow
all this
regret
where
God can't
help
but feel
caged
remorse
when we
really
tend to
wake
when we
be to do
thus
common man
justly
engaged
we find
ourselves
falling
encrusted
because
of deep
human fault
trust
falling into
that punitive
crawling out of
each gault pit
where beseeching
lies belong
buried
below remorse
beneath
where
this world
and I
first met
that relative
initial bit
headlong
where regret
mucked up
that
internal mire
while remorse
cries fire
pools of lava
infernal
one last
incineration
a burning
shower
of bitter
sparks
yearning
sin
embers
equally
engulfing
my stern
excitable soul
that molten
enraging
roaring kind
but I'm
so badly
torn
still living
somehow
with forlorn
still sadly
within these
new age norms
remorse
firmly bound
has cut me
grim regret
has marred me
turning me
unduly formed
somehow around
faithfully
earning more regret
that blistering kind
sincerely
I'm drowning
in remorse
yet a wailing wall
profoundly within
my penitent mind
waits for resolve
final hope
my soul absolves
midst all this turmoil
all that strangeness
regret is
remorseless
always brutal
forever dangerous
that regretful
and remorseless
wailing call

        * * *

 

that bright
your look
that brilliant
your kiss
but what
you took
my bleeding
it's you
my heart
I miss
your stunning
your look
your molten
your kiss
what I
brokenly mistook
unspoken shards
sure ruthless parts
I must
truly confess
that last
fruitless look
our final sultry
dangerous kiss
mismanaged love
love's storied hook
such famished love
an endless look
impatient compassion
a voracious shark
truly hungry passion
that eternal kiss
a forever view
still our last
who knew
a vernal love
black out of blue
gripping us
with all our punctual
dysfunctional cruel
foolish trash
personal fuel
tripping us up
backlash love
romancing us
what deadly art
fancifully
flencing us
tearing us up
so true love
cruelly
bashed apart
ah so
raging love
so ah
aged and aging
here and now
my sweetest
favoured treasure
my major love
flourish with compassion
actions nourish
loving fashion
saviour pleasure
love's fusion
love's muse
compassionately
glowing
deep within us
take knowing
a long look
show trust
needy passion
so meditate
upon rational
spatial love
that enviable
molten kiss
eternally
lifting us
a cosmic shift
reliably
from afar
feelings emerge
rising
above submerged
regard choice
yardstick love
lost gestured love
love's stark rejection  
those dark voices
that shark inflection
echoing
a lover's cry
measure
as reflected
what would
so purely
this
how could
love dare
to go away
such golden treasure
beholding love
God's wondrous gift
why can't love
always stay
feathered perfection
surely blessed
love's soaring fairytale
glorious electric bliss
true my love
heart and soul
love's true connection
so it is
you that I
can't help
but always love
and forever miss

           * * *

 

spring arrives
ring that bell
finally
after long
dark drear
even
cold as hell
so winter
those wintry
snowy pleasantries
away with thee
spring days
finally arrive
welcome be
resident warmth
suddenly showy
colour blooms
begin their show
go then nature
let us know
who's in charge
spring storms
quite suddenly
pressure washing
all our dreams
flooding world
torrential
sometimes
brace
for scorching
we take
rags and bits
bedraggled thoughts
of what
was norm
another
outer space
some other
substantial bashing
such is life
a burned out garden
full of trash
brace for drastic
revolution
beware
solar bleaching
or so it seems
yet crazy
dazed by evolution
for those
brave enough
take hold
grab that
pressure wand
direct that
fissured spray
at best
attempt
to measure
we can
perhaps triumph
can will be
somehow leisure
might be
by how well
we are
still connected
correct that
misdirected
urgent pressure
unforgiving spray
scouring things
down to some
pressurizing daze
pray for us
those misgivings
that analytical
bombastic phase
landing on
some hard
burnished surface
where we find
see ourselves
reflection
sometimes
untarnished
always
reflective
harsh or kind
spring arriving
warm reassuring
growth is striving
yet pressurizing
spray in kind
magic pressure wand
sometimes sulking
at times conniving
often haunting
oh so trying
but be brave
keep zen
white dove
pure in heart
master water
sure in mind
liquid power
surely speak
as we
ultimately seek
refined towers
think
loving spring
seed
peace and flowers

          * * *

 

if we think about it
grief isn't far
from where we live
perhaps we don't
have to think about it
for grief is always there
deep in our hearts
buried in our souls
it's not hard to feel
such intense memories
where heart wrenching
trauma lived
and still lives
changing so many
true life stories
making us truly
ponder and wonder
thinking about
holy and glory
what is rationally
necessarily real
all our broken
holy and glory
all our grief
everything spoken
and unspoken
all those grievous things
we can conceive
this grief we know
what if healing
was truly something
we could believe

            * * *

 

why not
pedal too
your basic metal
speed reckless
crash our car
that sudden stop
there is you
sitting up
to blink and see
who was even
wearing their
seat belt
even now
you dare
think to say
look how well
we have
battled
well hell
thus destroyed
all those
golden things
that once
were treasured
what we once held
boldly measured
sparkling gems
we all
marveled
even upheld
prayerful zen
you know
I come here
thinking something
what is it
whatever I
have felt
there is this
environmental
elemental tornado
tearing up
this instrumental
fraternal place
so hang on
endure this
consuming race
assume blessed life
I mean this
human race
some things
have come
now they are
forever gone
never to be
seen again
so somewhere
after all this
incidental destruction
somewhere bliss
torrentially far
over our
one and only
existential rainbow
we might find
if we are
somehow true
to heart
our soul
for mind
maybe then
if we try
in kind
to live life
living zen
nature will
rectify itself
once again
imagine belief
dream dreams
enlightened
with God's grace
cosmic help
eternally
let us all
know this
human race
this is evolution
God's restitution baby
we're stuck
in this failing
mucked up
ailing room
we're revolving
currently evolving
so what was
blessed space
case of another
someone Suzanne
saying tea
praying oranges
love's perfect
caring lover
so this
human race
is far
from over
yet this
changing
human face
why not
end as lover's
perfumed loving
lying passionate
in a summer field
sighing naked
entwined by fears
purple violets crying
streams of apex tears
still sweetly trying
empassioned clover
turning orgasmic red
compassionate lovers
lying with evolution
God's cosmic stead
lovers kissing
in a perfumed bed

            * * *

 

exceptional
this introspective
Easter Sunday
extraordinary
crucifixion
perhaps
stoning
would have
let them
truly see
my blood
my body
everything
is folly
love and life
solemn scripture
breath
is never
truly free
what if
those squared
trying nails
hammered through
rounded gridiron
astounding holes
those swollen feet
these clenched fists
might melt away
allow ironic
morning light
let embryonic
tonic love
mnemonic dawn
extol sweet night
let godly grace
Pan's drummer faun
let human joy
an earthly flautist
enjoy performance
its holy beat
such vibrant gifts
gallant atmosphere
terrific riffs
of body heat
sentient conductor
lend guidance
heaven sent
heal wholly
our bleeding hearts
advent medicine
bold nourishment
aid for our spent
evidently broken world
share lines of sacred
spoken truth
add lyric glory
awake to marvel
at these
marvelous starts
miraculous love
consecrated calculating
us as human
which makes
elemental veneration
instrumental crucifixion
like divining resurrection
such fundamental
living art
universally remaining
big daddeo's
supreme paternal
genius omnipresent
maternally generous
Easter Sunday part

           * * *

 

sitting here
surely riveted
truly listening
securely captivated
by enraptured you
those special wonders
I'm mesmerized
your sensitive
sensual voice
so pleasurable
hearing you
emerge singing
conjuring magical
harmony and lyrics
kiss kiss kiss
ethereal song
each surreal vibration
reaching out
revealing
all your pure
until now
concealed notes
you should be
regally proud
such visionary
regaling sound
you make me feel
truly missionary
earth duly moved
your amazing
searching voice
earnestly echoing
shaking even
stable ground
you certainly have
blinded me
generating urgent
blazing light
with your
chiseled and brazen
thunder love
I always wonder
forever grace
you remind me
about clever
eternal life
unfolding truly
an internal goal
so too
me and you
kiss kiss kiss
still somehow
faith emerges
eventful you
we truly find
hearts transfixed
mystically soul
hands down
amazingly magical
such a stand out
grand voice
making  one
too we are
truly fixed
beyond sticks
beyond stones
a mixed belief
more wet licks
more aching moans
your own magic
outrageous tricks
a true relief
all that
measured music
we carefully
certainly
always treasure
keeping hidden
all that forbidden
kiss kiss kiss
locked away
in some cradled
bridled
stylishly charismatic
celestial soul
you're a sparkling
diamond
you are
some other
hidden gem
gifts will be
honestly revealed
those spectral
parts of you
start with introspection
shimmering et shining
simmering and bewitching
your glimmering
real illumination
lyrical words
reflecting
true divinity
reflecting light
honestly
every direction
brilliant lines
arrive in time
prophetic signs
out of deva
rhyming you
what can I say
to let you know
just your sound
profound you
makes me
begin to
laugh
begin to
graphically cry
my need
bleeding
you move me
sweet earth
empathetic
compassionate angel
singing magnificence
adorned
with such
a worthy
angel style
joining hearts
reforming love's art
smartly evident
relevantly sutured
to elevated soul
making this future
royal existence
truly revelated
celebrating love
I can't help
but feel
as your
entrancing music
each perfect
balanced harmony
takes away
every sacred breath
god granted
just how
we duly live
how we surely
truly die
respectfully
collectively letting
resonant love
soar with us
constantly ascend
adjoined with true
poignant love
so tell me
those enchanted lines
even consecrated words
lifting us up
with your music
musical voice
all the way up
to your brilliant
apex high
so kiss kiss kiss
you attached
with open eyes
our matching lips
magical music
while we both
soar and sigh
your strawberry lips
your mystical sighs
your sensual hips
your magical eyes

           * * *

 

far out in space
love still exists
exhilarated
within those
auxiliary
rings of Saturn
love creates
orbital clouds
love assimilates
purely magic rings
of coloured mist
reverently here on earth
love still creates
what deferential
love is worth
our human fate
love's true destiny
maybe if we
choose to see
if we really
recognize love
visualize all
that love can be
maybe then
my loving friends
we'll joyfully find
outer space
and inner love
are resiliently glorious
and existentially free

            * * *

 

in this precious time
of vicious drones
we should try
to auspiciously find
whatever good
we audaciously can
midst all these groans
each barrage of moans
we should try
to keep in mind
those flying things
AI in kind
so reality is living
last year's science fiction
I don't know
is there any
contradiction
between living
engaged digitally
or committed to
some other
non-fiction
no matter what
living critically
those texts
you send out
in to some
fictitious universe
all messages
advantageously done
on your magic phone
just like
deleterious grenades
being delivered
by drones
capture that
next explosion
with that camera
inside your phone
while marshal drones
deliver explicit explosions
recaptured direction
Sumy and Kharkiv
such deep secrets
that Kherson mission
what AI gives
with its drone creation
how modern magic lives
astride our stunning phone relation
how modern prideful warfare thrives
with this humming drone invasion

                    * * *

 

Job warned you
love
will break
your heart
everything
told me
this thing
called love
eventually would
bring us
consequentially down
love would
tear things
fearfully
successively apart
don't think
any of our
sweet kisses
were anything
but ruthless poison
don't imagine
some senseless
voiceless noise
some relentless
tragic poise
after each
loving embrace
every bit
of truthful
youthful love
is anything
but treason
what reason
could love
ultimately have
heartlessly
being needy
inflicting
scarring pain
sutured and attached
to insistent pride
such bloody sorrow
but jealousy
relevantly seems
to me
my love
this deep
love story
could
it should not
ever end
more certainly
not in tragedy
never purposefully
in some
zealous disaster
it seems
to me
this thing
my love
that makes us
hold our heads
while we cry
this thing
called love
latching on
to each of us
watching us
catching us
as we live and die
love is more
than just some
infinite master
what we
truly want
from urgent love
is emotional
just so
important
or is it
not
maybe
if we
listen
to that
inner voice
our very soul
speak about being
we would hear
some real truth
glean wisdom
those feelings
that ring clear
help us
understand
blessed love
is whole
not just
a piece
of life
we live
so truly
fierce love
in its whole
is that
super power
heedfully
rebirthing
needful souls
what if
cosmically
reinventing
all this
pain and glory
would right
imperfect
love stories
those black holes
sucking up
all that
mucked up love
devouring
all our caring
subsequential kisses
love's physical
insatiable appetite
consequential existence
stirred with hopeful
recipes of divinity
forging quintessential love
so elementally regal
such loving insistence
miraculously curing
broken hearts
urging perfect love
with all of perfect love's
universal silence
finally waking
our third eye art
truly emergent
finally hearing
all of silent love's
unspoken parts

          * * *

 

fucking explosions man
those fucking shock waves
so unbelievable
and if you're in
that debris field
good fucking luck
we're living
in this fast lane
quickly heading
for disaster
when brakes fail
as worlds burn
we wonder
who is
our master
we are all
in this age
seeking precision
we are
at this stage
living in confusion
so many lives
deranged with indecision
everyone wondering
so many wandering
always pondering
our strange world's future
maybe we are
waiting for
divine light
maybe we are
debating
what is right
still those
fucking explosions
blasting things
all to hell
those fucking shock waves
harassing us
pell mell
what if we
did not know
how to read
or how to write
what worries
would there be
besides those
frightful explosions
antagonistic shock waves
continually injuring
both day and night
configured blasting
from a neighbour's cave
where those
neighbours think
that they are chosen
and therefore right

            * * *

let me
look
into your eyes
let me
see
your shimmering
ego
not wearing
any
regal glimmering
disguise
let me
see
your real
you
tell me
that you
love
me too
let me
see
what
baggage lies
in that dark
bottom
of your deep
well
I want to
touch
your brilliant
self
dreams
I need to
know
about your
globular cluster
as species
is
a galactic show
those dreams
you muster
light you
share
visions and such
let me
kiss
your perfect
soul
let divine
bliss
allow us
to share
some beautiful
whole
let refined
this be
trust defined
full of love
that we both
can know
let me
live and strive
beside your
divine presence
let us
live believing
within all
that
sacred
essence
if I
could
hold your heart
in my hands
if only
I could
hold
your love
compassion
this passion
as I
should
I know
that
then
I'd be
a lucky man
you found
my soul
you corralled
my heart
now
I know
for sure
that perfect
love
you give
me
is
absolutely
in demand
now
when I look
into your
flashing
eyes
my heart
is over
flowing
this dashing
love
I know
let's me
see
beyond any
bold
disguise
beyond forever
aligned
with divine
perfect God
we always
live and die
let me
see
your carnal
nature
let me
touch
your inner
creature
let me
know
that love
you hold
in your
heart
your soul
is true love
another human
story told
another vision
of glory
within our
needy
human fold

      * * *

 

I thought
I saw
masterful Jesus
standing there
sermonizing consternation
crowds demanding
creationist signs
loudly in kind
outstanding ovations
remanded into
pandering emanation
all that sensational
murmuring dying down
I walked closer
seldom flying now
avoiding oblique stares
angel or demon
but it was spirit
honest righteousness
devout Shiva
elevated next
to calm revelation
blue skinned
vedic Krishna
boy oh boy
how edict earth
has painfully split
disdainful predilection
those revelatory
insane dictator things
tearing life apart
Jesus having left
for some other
material feast
Shiva et Krishna
keeping heaven
relational convention
charging universe
evenly leavening
untold margins
molding creature things
from one undone
have-not corner
picture littered
stormy city streets
each flash flood
every acid river
racing past
canyon parapets
where perilous
prone to cavernous
dangers meet
rampaging around
all that damned
insatiably ravenous
uncivil mess
invasive means
those crystal grains
mysterious dreams
into burning veins
furious fentanyl
chastening hearts
cashing in on disaster
lounging in breakfast starts
scrounging a pitiful buffet
feeding asteroid brains  
plus so much
other gruff stuff
artificial needy fluff
try to remember
what made us happy
before crushed and dismembered
recalling sacrificial memories
Shiva's loving arms
divinity reaching out
Krishna's enlightened heart
gently revealing
insightful doubt
all that gloried
rightful understanding
inviting poetic love
reciting curbside
hallowed upanishads
every passionate part
eternally in motion
poke deep and deeper
into all that street
weirdo and creep
invoking frightful potions
fentanyl's despicable art
provoking further punctures
revealing human hurt
right from every
dissembling roadside start
this alien invasion
pumped into human veins
delivering a failing life
all that reeling broken
greed serving up
all that bloody hollow
city street disdain
swallowed and unspoken
dismembering pain

            * * *

 

watch me
cut myself
deeper and deeper
all love's difficult words
carving old wounds
letting me bleed
more and more
those scarred emotions
echoing crying sounds
try watching me
slice myself
wide open
letting out
this streaming sad
letting in
errant rays of glad
what if
feral love came
to enchant my razor
would some
magical enhancement
dull my crazy
maybe I'm just lazy
not wanting
to do love's work
maybe I'm living in a daze
finding love daunting
so why does love
keep on haunting me
could I borrow
your emotional sword
something bloody long
long enough
to pierce my ruddy soul
cut away
love's blazing kiss
so razor sharp
acute enough
to slice through
gristle and bone
I know
I need
to atone
yet love
wants me
to be alone
so I can
cut myself
excise all
love's hurt
revise love's
constant pain
watch me
while I drown
floundering
deep in love
if only
I had known
maybe understood
love's bitter disdain
those hurtful words
love soundly spoke
maybe if grounded love
had been more grand
I wouldn't have
quit love
given up
that hard refrain
tried to cut love
out of my
bleeding heart
sever love forever
out of my
sad and broken brain

            * * *

 

I'm lost
accosted
I've been
captured
I'm enraptured
love storms
are such
ruptured wildness
utterly normal
though I
feel somehow
gutted and defiled
cry unholy
this manufactured
malignant realization
love life compiled
crazy in places
such rival consternation
civil into habitualization
love's living space itself
I'm lost
in all that
spatial unrest
something animated
invested in elevation
artificially sweetened
high praise
for sweet self
reverent absolution
towering high
above love itself
yet I'm lost
in that
mile high club
skyscraper style
some devo
conversely reviled
come commotion
a manipulated place
that servile communion
so nuevo vibrant
wanting to be
silently restyled
self righteously free
lost is a thing
one of something
too where we
just can't see
no matter
how much tatter
this mad hatter
plus one kiss
such mad bliss
beyond clutter
avoiding clatter
what fond flattery
might truly
someday be
kindly more
a softened love story
once we see
some softening light
once and for all
mindfully turn
bright day
into contrite night
spin time around
where we still
don't even know
this sacred ground
where we are
because we're lost
even though
each divine breath
passionately generous
every sacred heartbeat
me diving into you
feeling truly alive
compassionately delirious
such new love
striving for life
but I'm lost
still breathing
accosted somewhere
yet I'm living
in life's deep
moral wilderness
that needful tragic
love's heedful wildness
such a costly sea
cradled in its
inherent vastness
this insane interest
with waning tides
of how we are
those raging waves
of how we'll be
still I'm confused
feeling blue and dazed
lost with crazy love
I'm so very lost
strung out and adrift
so far out
we're sailing
rift after rift
there's you
as far as I can see
there's me
lost in drunk love
navigating all of this
love's savage gift
like ravaged hostages
we're adrift in love
lost on love's outrageous sea

                * * *

 

here we are
living warrior lives
is it true
try living peace
heaps of folk
with advancing leaps
those strides they spoke
that hope they speak
but only strong survive
heroes riding valiantly
striving all along
attached to there
resigned to here
why dare live
they all have
their gruff troll
even faery songs
we so forever dare
always care about living
living dreams
all that nightime fare
still it's a given
roughly to increase
life still implies
maybe everything
will soon be
aged but epic
engaging gut felt endings
recline in that fairytale rhyme
no further replication
nor in addition
no more duplication
so less subtraction
once everything
infraction and contraction
lest essentially
condescendingly
apprehension is finally done
so what meaning
descending into that
unyielding ending
divine delegate
one on one universe
regulating sin in multiverse
yet conversely
black holes
appear inside of you
sucking things up
devouring creation's bloom
once and for all
holy beginnings
de-atomizing finality
that nuclear tsunami
brought with ghostly endings  
something holy
singing something
back to pre-creation
everything sacred
singing everywhere
waiting for procreation
so that pro-fundamental
pro re-creation
God's universal being
sentient mission
all things hoping
seeing light
Creation's instrument
of creative heaven
where we want
maybe even find
sweet elevating love
creating treats
invigorating mind
where we want
accept being well
not just exceptional life
beyond that
home spun pain
inhaling civilization's poison
deprived and bound by fear
resounding in sum
personal fiery hell
expounding hateful dour
mixing inherent derision
where true love
has been
excised and tossed
where everything is lost
existence bitter and sour
where nothing is fixed
where light exposes sin
black holes now
devouring light
still sacred somehow
divinity unleashed by God
Creation's holy power

               * * *

 

it starts here
and it ends
right here
life as we
knew it
here on
planet worth
knowing it
horizon earth
life on
some other
distant planet
isn't something
human will
will ever do
nothing can
replace mother
this earthly living
why not
race out
ace somewhere
in space
go so far
star trek out
Mars colony
that outer place
something alien
defining animalian
that unholy science
refining melancholy
folley's uttered fiction
that utterly won't
it can't be grace
utter faithful words
or come true
is there
no exit
is there
no way
except fearless
checking out
we're deep
in it
no matter
what they
dare say
we're stuck
with it
so many
dire lives
living fire
stormy streams
of gloried shit
what gives
living nightmares
no where
close to sweet
forever dreams
so that is it
who cares
when we are
all standing
on that
perilous edge
hoping we
don't fall
off that
precipitous ledge
into that
groundless grinding
meat grinder
all over that
broken pledge
mortal choice
where is that
moral voice
when everything
flash flood
raging fire
when everything
habitual poison
war's desire
red with blood
so uninspired
please Elmer Fudd
feed us rabbit
or some other
hareless version
save us
rude cartoons
from this
crude drama
it starts here
toxic conversion
it ends here
moxie aversion
repelling derision
dispelling fear
compelling revision
power never admitting
clever false division
that ends here
let truth rise
humanity committing
compassionately adhering
to passionate divinity
that starts here
glorious wisdom
making brilliant life here
a wonderfully wise decision

 

 

                * * *

 

I was kneeling
seeking cathedral
those things
speaking temperance
I was feeling
when Satan spoke
such mocking
demon drawl
Christ was reeling
being where
with all
spirit offerings
church coffers
seemed full
with overflowing
false tokens
I don't know
where I went
stealing time
days away
as our sun
exists enlightened
seemed so shy
as our moon
reflecting life
stopped turning
we're lopsided
fools thinking
when we
search that
source for universe
revival thinking
 is on our side
if we could
see truth
if we would
know fraternally
eternity is waiting
outside paternal
internal abatement
perhaps maternal God
would deliver
some kernel model
Holy giving
starlight statement
divulge forever
Holy something
and Sacred
simply everything
maintaining shape
shifting timeless
arrhythmic voids
envision humanity
peacefully enthroned
tranquilly adorned
in red and yellow
flowing robes
picture this
humanity kneeling
Earth prayers
nonviolent offerings
for this
truly worthy
enlightened Globe

           * * *

 

muse
dance
sing
music
swing
songs
stomp
harmonize
stomping
big beats
drums
banging
stomping feet
musical
cut a rug
cymbals
tinging
lyrics
singing
in tune
good vibes
bells
ringing
dancing tribe
intermingling
tingling
solo voice
hands raised
fingers
all that
finger wagging
inner fire
soul muse
flames
fiery souls
arising
sparking
engaging
sparkling
vibration
tagging
old time
ragging
rag time
music fazes
staging
raging
new age
into song
people singing
emotions dancing
vibration creating
people romancing
dreaming being
tribal reeling
heart and soul
what we're feeling

         * * *

 

I see
you wearing
your second skin
I've watched
incendiary you
light up
all those
magic places
where we
all of us
have been
you are
openly bearing
your magical
mystical self
along with
your mystical kin
bravely wearing
all that tragic
yet marvelous
magic skin
we're all in

      * * *

 

holy crow
it's suddenly
nineteen eighty four
only it's
forty years later
holy red cow
what we see
has landed
upon our varied shores
only it seems like mostly
foreign danger
holy white raven
what if the sun
won't rise for ever more
it's brother moon
who has been shaken
to its sacred core
holy white buffalo
such is sacredness
forever more
God's graciousness
filling spacious creation
thus those holy
true love and more
yet human folly
black drones
God's omnipotence
didacting imitation
mark those king's castles
fortified bunkers and towers
seeking domain
two thousand twenty five
gaining power
ungodly drones
everywhere now
cameras and I phones
still somehow
that holy red cow
damn this recurrent
nineteen eighty four
that holy white whale
in its droning
deep sea world
sea through sky
of droning drones
what dawning soul
that holy white buffalo
beyond urgent big brother
universally learned creation
beyond depressed and immoral
beyond tragic perversion
of yearning civilization

             * * *

 

 

adamant war
that madness
part of mad men's
ultimate reason
gloomy outlook
who delivers
utmost treason
maximum people
over population
just too many
gloomy rooms full
of compulsive people
more social gore
more sadness invading
this startled season
every feasible cranny
every abysmal nook
ultra-rich people creating
those damnable crooks
we're under that
giant cold thumb
either bold economy
war's novel copulation
just too many weapons
simply too many deadly arms
desperate into death
what's left for more homeless people
fentanyl survival views
just too many
hopeless people
population that is screwed
every single nation
or some other variation
such detrimental trauma
by this uncivilized world
as so much fucking war
is ultimately unfurled

           * * *

 

life has so many
hard parts to it
right from those
painful beginnings
being squeezed out
of our mother's birth canal
at that point in time
life isn't fitting us
like that warm fluid womb
or mother's soft vaginal glove
we really don't see or understand
at that juncture in life
we only truly yearn and feel
for our mother's warm and tender love
all those harmful times
as kids and youngsters
accidental falling down
incidental bruising knees
getting those small cuts
being deeply scratched
by sharp things and other flaws
like your kitty cat's prickly claws
then we have to endure
those hard times that hatched
growing up unsure
going to school
where other kids
other youngsters sure
might push us around
tease us
pull our hair
then we cry
as a momentary cure
then we wonder why
so much hurt out there
suddenly those teenage years
when we begin to discover
that opposite sex
that puberty thing
can we ever recover
shackled with all those crazy fears
so immaculately confusing
so heartbreaking at times
stacked up with hormones raging
teenage hearts breaking
young minds racing
trying to figure things out
trying to find out who we are
what we are
how we fit in
when at times we sin
how we don't
life is hard
but life has its sweet
in those magical hours
those sweetest of dreams
then all those hurt feelings
times when our pride is wounded
if we get through all that
without giving up
without giving in
without becoming dumbfounded
maybe we find the courage
to carry on with life
carrying all that baggage
along with misguided steerage
as muddled young adults
climbing saddle backed mountains
discovering wondrous things
falling into addled love
again so much hurt and pain
falling out of fad and love
at times so many torrential tears
maybe we find that soul mate
or we settle for someone
we might be able to live with
making long term plans
hoping for some very best
those long time wishes
those heartfelt dreams
though it often seems
wishy-washy life is difficult
life is hard and trying
we try and try
sometimes we cry and cry
maybe we end up all alone
no loving partner
no making that loving family
suddenly after our testy thirties
we wake up in our distressing forties
some of us suddenly panic
realizing life is passing us by
life is some whirlwind
we never truly expected
or ever foolishly wanted
life might taunt us
making us ghoulishly feel
things that make us wonder why
things that make us too often cry
still most of us continue to try
try and try and try
into our trying fifties
those after mid-life years
when saturated reality sets in
when things become so damn real
we might start seeing some difficult end
we might begin wishing
we had lived something completely different
in our listing sixties
old age begins creeping in
things are shifting and aching
our bodies begin complaining
what now old girl and guy
things are definitely sagging
deary me and my oh my
our brains might begin lagging
maybe we drank too much
perhaps we smoked up all those years
what if things had been different
what if our dreams had come true
suddenly we turn seventy
what a shock that can be
if you haven't done
what you thought you might
what you imagined you would
your life can become a little twisted
your view of days and nights
can become undone
finally if we're amongst those lucky few
we might reach into eighty
when old age has taken hold
robbed our shaking lives
with so some hurt and pain
right out of that constant black and blue
looking around you
what did you do
why can God be so cruel
still we might go on
some wake up in their nineties
perhaps because we prayed to some deity
maybe prayers mean nothing
what if God doesn't exist
what if life has no meaning
maybe by that elephant age
having grown big ears and long nose
we've seen some divine light
feeling decrepit having broken that one long tooth
each slow step and constant struggle
even breathing can be hard
especially if we've consumed
too much refined sugar and deep fried lard
at that elderly age
we likely look around
seeing all that senseless youth
relentlessly bouncing up and down
maybe it looks degrading
maybe it seems rather uncouth
learning lessons we learned too
but in our ancient nineties
most of our friends are gone
we inevitably end up with so very few
when we still manage to dream
even about all those magic things
as we continue to live
our sometimes tragic lives
but still somehow
this frantic world turns
pathic days arrive
transforming into telepathic night
just like on this mystical planet
where magic seeds sprout and grow
where untold measures of flowers bloom
where treasured winds sometimes blow
life is and has a long and varied list
of excessive trial and garrulous error
challenges and tears
we must try to overcome
so many nightmares and fears
who knows how or what
perilous life will be
sometimes a complete disaster
sometimes for those lucky ones
we get through plucky life
feeling like all those cards we were dealt
might be considered really good
maybe life was administered
as something almost fair
maybe on our last day
we'll see that dark side
revealing the other side of sister moon
maybe on our final other day
we'll understand what in lovely life
had been for us honest few
all those menial things
that had been good for us
even certainly meaningful
and advantageously true

                    * * *

 

Haiku Wednesday

living with your life
enjoying your hurt and pain
we go on giving

         * * * 

category one
ultra super storms are here
category five

         * * *  

climb inside the mouth
writers speaking dialogue
let's see what comes out

         * * * 

that fire inside us
incinerating our souls
so into the void

          * * * 

more more more more more
more more more more more more more
more more more more more

           * * * 

 

there they are
three tarantulas
perhaps five
maybe more
living with us
skulking along
unmolested indoors
down on Claude street
two dusty tattered rugs
one atop its musty other
on that crusty lounge room floor
covering up some ancient history
even lovely carnal mystery
Choy and Django
are hovering there with us
lovers you and I
no matter where we go
we sit next to each other
staring at your outdoor garden
moving just outside
your Armidale door
there they are
those tall eucalypts
you planted them all
grand neighbours
alongside your Canadian maple
under that attentive
storied Australian sky
you sit smoking
drawing your slim legs up
like a yogini
or are you manifesting
a sage bushwoman
or a bodhisattva
you readily drinking
your heady black tea
nirvana sips
between samsara puffs
of awakening smoke
I sit there
what thinking takes
about red kangaroos
and brown snakes
dreaming about
how we were
about how we are
making love last night
as I drink that
gawd awful
powdered brown
that tinned cheap
Australian instant coffee
we watch all
those magnificent birds
as they brilliantly flutter about
from tribal eucalypt
to medicinal eucalypt
we are strangled
by our medicine dreams
all that imposing love
so impossibly tangled in that
resplendent web we weave
I'm dancing in a streaming world
walking my dreaming songlines
beneath that fond Southern Cross
while we're naked and dancing
romancing at our Woodstock
thinking I should
drink black tea
like I once did
in far-off Yukon
all those years
way back in 1974
it was still bitter
coffee in distant 1973
when Christmas Evans
with friendly Jimmy Teszay
mystified twenty-year old John Gleshka
and twenty-year old sidled me
ancient consensual stories
about goldrush residential Atlin
where some old prospector fellows
paid a local dance hall girl
one of those mellow
ladies of the night
adorned and unfurled in all
her frightful goldrush glory
paid to sprint naked
down main street
way way back
in those dirty 1930's
so we two young men
listening to those two old Yukon boys
drank strong tea
laughing together
sitting by that smoking
hot wood burning stove
settled in that green
pine wood shack
wood that was green and damp
out at that frosty
Skookum Jim camp
while we read
lost between lines
amongst those costly paragraphs
columns in Yukon News
a small volume in that Whitehorse Star
those 1974 newspaper views
inked headlines about
some new-age streaker
running unfazed and naked
down Whitehorse front street
a 1970's stage of Yukon fun
in that cold bold spring
old Tis and I
smoked rollies
drinking strong black tea
made with snow water
Yukon bushman's best tea
Tis always said
John and I agreed
Jimmy sat quiet
mostly quite silent
his native Teslin nature
tribal for sure
but you and I together
dreaming an awkward future
up on Claude street
we couldn't stay
silence wasn't where we'd meet
we had so much
love to share and words to say
carving continental landscapes
into each other's heart and soul
marvelous stories and rhymes
between those poetic times
when we so often
made passionate love
our lasting moans
so many orgasmic groans
leaving us dripping
wet and out of breath
love talking with us
primal walking along
our breathless songlines
while three or five
or even more alive
being quite serious
that is no lie
tarantulas keeping us
delirious in spider company
beneath your loving
brilliant Australian sky

             * * *

 

so that hanged man
that number four
from one to ten
reckless as it may seem
redacted if that plan is met
yet sincerity strung up
hanging between sanctified stars
revealing some sacred curtain
dancing between planets
some synchronous holy string
that hanging man thing
connecting truant earth
to rumbling Jupiter
directed by fiery Mars
we grumble too much
fumbling through this universe
eventually that hanged man
will devour all those numbers
then fall asleep forever
in some blessed systematic slumber
like a lamb of God
nestled beside its godly mother
in that heavenly meadow
where sweet grass
caressing healing herbs
are truly laid out
for pastoral measure
where sweet dreams
content with God's love
freshened with glorious water
where eternity comes
to show itself
so at least
across those sacred seas
that upside down
storied hanged man
invoking number four
will and willing
that is what
he finally sees

           * * *

 

on that last day
when glaciers
have melted
when rivers
have burst
eroded banks
on that last day
those fluid things
where we discover
walking on water
when every stick
blessed incense
triumphantly has burned
diminished to ash
embracing self-immolation  
rising sacred smoke
above every tree
that has fallen
finally resting
on sacred ground
on that last day
when every ocean
roars with laughter
when every sea
cries salty tears
full of contempt
finding redemption
beyond our fears
on that last day
when all our dreams
contemptuous and redemptive
blissfully perish
notions disappeared
where every child
fails in time
avails every wayside
on that last day
regaled sister moon
decides her lunacy
is an only option
when mother sun
refuses to shine
declines to rise
leaving us
with no advice
light is neither yours
such blessedness
rightly neither mine
on that last day
when God comes
insightfully reminding us
that love lost
is a fatal cost
Shiva has died
a reflective cost
Jesus replied
simply because
every previous day
we amply failed
refused to give
life enlightened
God's Holy cause
on that final day
we shall pause
finally find
awareness is creation
boundless nature
sacredness within divination
on that last day
chop wood
carry water
being enlightened
chop wood
carry water
on that final day
shed all expectation
simply meditation
so fulfill creation's
holy destination
on that last day
when we're dancing
on our own
on that final day
when lights go down
where we finally arrive
back at home 

          * * * 

 

last time
I close
my mouth
never ever
eat again
that last time
I take
my breath
never breathe
ever again
last time
I see
wondrous sky
never marvel
try again
that last time
I touch
some precious
never kiss  
luscious lips
ever again
that last time
I step to walk
this blessed
lustrous earth
ever wonder
about what
never ponder
life time worth
that last time
prophetic words
I truly hear
dream heaven
that last time
dreaming earth
I seamlessly close
searching eyes
never again wonder
teach pure soul
never again
even one last
reaching time
as I fall
beseech grave again
ever rise again
envision cosmic light
know for sure
love has faith
know cold death
that final cure
where we'll find
bold sacred light
as kind is pure
where we'll see
true perfect love
where worth is sight
beyond earthly day
perfect cosmic light
rounding into night
that sacred time  
where profound heaven
reveals something sure
where every thing
and all is right

          * * *

 

I'm seeing
just me
some old dog
just being
fleas and all
eating alone
folded under
living bark
on my own
beneath a crown
of frown and crinkle
outrageous wrinkled
lichen under a canopy
of brilliant
twinkling stars
every single thing
mother earth
feeling and encouraging
ring and crest
a courageous tree
at best final
tall growth
into fallen log
each precious
standing forest
outstanding
very special life
that stands content
forever true
truly earnest
but surely
I am
just one
amongst many
one of just a few
being here
seeing now
fearsome matter
just like
brilliant Saturn
beckoning light
even contritely
revolutionary Mars
some atoning hermit
reckoning with insistence
heedful man
I'm just
sleep alone
I must be tired
needful too
someone old
a worn out bull
not many wants
yet those haunting
human desires
still haunt me
I'm still awake
for awhile
dreaming endlessly
sometimes heavenly
sometimes even sensibly
I'm hemmed up
in mystic richness
richly remembering
my upward style
still that
sweet desire
a living trend
no boundaries
without a fight
freely tempered
no actual raging
free of contempt
imagine seriously
my age fulfilled
I'm still having
seven reckoning points
duly glistening
towering antlers
horns of plenty
my bull elk response
so speaking openly
nature's resource
blowing up balloons
glowing and rising steadily
adventurous playing
seriously plucking
my existential harp
even more readily
those twenty inches
such splendid ivory
no resentful worries
concerning power
but hard yearning
integral signs
steadily maturing
alongside  evolving nature
forever outside
our revolving sun
nature brooding
flooding life
with torrential showers
this old man
our crying moon
signing and sighing
while planning
superfluous dying
my shining war tines
all life's fissures
I'm forever scanning
forever measuring
raw red issues
just not just a fed up
old dog and man
steadily plowing
I'm replanting
old ideas
old demands
but now I'm done
evidently furrowed
burrowing beneath
ancient cornfields
there are those
mournful stories
scornfully describing
sorry cold slurry
I'm melting ice cubes
conscripting cold winter
bring on dripping icicles
hear my bold warning
gripped by glacial
something residual
nature's ancestral time
yet I'm marveling
thinking about spring
where I'm digging roots
where I'm even more
such marvelous digging
cultivating deep furrows
always delineating
forever infiltrating
sweet tilth within
my wealthy garden mind
admiring that health
conspiring with tall delphinium
what sublime religion
reading violet's short poems
singing assorted psalms
consorting with fortified prayers
bundled within immortal
all that chaos
all that calm
some where
I've been
now clearly
inside and outside
wearing my poetic coat
warmly reframed
by divisional winds
I'm forever swearing
wearing blameless
rubber boots
shameless stalkers
my barn and garden walkers
with grassy roots attached
all that fibrous stalk
medicine with herbs
tinctured monk spells
recipes of relevant verbs
compelling orders
of sweet swollen plums
another holy row
of ripening red rhubarb
tall stalks that show
truly something officinalis
what gorgeous
herbal glow
all that flowing verbal
beautiful showy flowers
residential tradition
I'm smelling it all
still just dwelling
some condition
just an old codger
glistening too
listening to intentional stuff
every lost mystery
grieving lost earth birds
mourning lost ornithology
mother earth's feathered species
so what is left
whether wrong or rightly
hopefully prayers arresting
demanding extinction
but once again
I'm an old dog
without saying
I'm wishing
praying for something
framing a better world
instead of that
other frayed one
some coming future
more or less
dumbfounded and bereft
clearly it seems
I'm wired
sired by that
old dog tone
remaining entirely
tirelessly unmuzzled
invested in buzzing
best at expressing
a shell and seed game
what's under
shell number one
my old garden blunders
shell number two
storms of fire and  thunder
more moral exposure
shell number three
reposed with goats and cattle
always raging on
ranging daily
tying up runner beans
my saviour
weaving palm fronds
for daily wages
a flavoured scene
that fruitful act
full moon
actually clarifying
every tactful night
so I wonder
what now
could it be
more wonderful
 but everything
seems broken
my civilized life
continually refurbished
burnished with
some human charm
still while I stand
disarmed and staring
investigating what
seems alarming
yet I nearly
always trust
hope to see
some cryptic sign
must be mystical
perhaps just
an optical thing
if not marvelous
something still
like obvious
this old man
carving up old dreams
still should I confess
could you meet me
maybe somewhere
perhaps half way
we'd share things
comparative me
unto miraculous you
we'd climb heaven's stairs
find those treasured things
amongst collective surety
resurrect with clarity
something purely
yours and mine
time surely
has come
to define
heaven's purity
even through
indefinite obscurity
let's not fear
living within
every ancient
old man theme
I'm squinting
I still want to see
down every mystic road
within every mystical scheme
I'm cupping my hand
behind my one half
my other deaf ear
I'm admiring
deferential creation
through all
these inspirational seasons
each with its own reasons
all this consternation
hovering below
those brilliant constellations
stars into words
magnifying galaxies of sound
something fully profound
retelling ancient stories
universal diamonds and gold
behold bold science
all this unfolding
worlds of glory
unreservedly painting
rainbows and spectrum
all over my unabashed
old man ways
remission eclipsed me
scripting elliptical
encrypted verse
smelters forging
irreversible things
I'm sold
on gold and silver
befitting all that glinting
consecrated and descriptive
primordial sound
resonating bliss
something I found
conversely reverberating
clearly inwardly me
outwardly knowing
inner old man
even onwardly
my obstinate ways
ascending mountainous plans
amending old man miles
recovering from avalanches
occasionally discovering
even stellar smiles
those seasonal frowns
I'm just an old dog
crazily laying down
lazily sitting around
unphased I'm listening
displaced rocks are talking
I want to be
in that special place
somewhere
over hearing
life's conversations
atone with long lost lover's
gather every version
of life's love stories
recover some
of love's glory
so I'm weathered
yet I'm delivered
still I'm alone
immeasurably
all those old bones
buried in old mother earth
I'm in with that
whether or not
home in that zone
I'm inhaling
regaling legend
exhaling narratives
all that sedimentary
elementary stories
chapters upon layers
from birth to death
ones falling from heaven
duality and harmony
relating to tone
reflecting precious glory
lighting pathways
revolutions of worth
contextual enlightenment
there's old man in that
living a mulberry morais
on how to find home
morally I get relentless
I cry and moan
always try to imply
intelligence and inference
deference replying
those old man morals
just living and dying
that intentional crust
so it comes
a must experience
trusted education
residual guiding
showering us
adorning justice
with how to be
for God's sake
reason knows us
enraptured by meditation
each bloom
every lotus flower
captured with each incarnation
growing and floating
on top of
my glowing lake
envy is flowing
watching you and me
old dogs and old men
dreaming for dream sake
all that precious cream
such delightful inspiration
touching insightful stories
all that mystic legend
ancient mystery
mythic solitude
entangling vicissitude
old dogs and old men
history and gratitude
involving songlines
resolving insolvency
refining life lines
defining evolution
unraveling ley lines
all those significant
sacred things
admirably traveling
into that remarkable unknown
resolved with solvent water
old dogs and old men
all that resolvent fire
involving divinity and spirit
old dogs walking
sacredly alone
enraptured by old tricks
fixed with true dignity
my old man escapist desire

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