DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT

ETERNITY

from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away   their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind   it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead

THE STEPS OF MOVING ON

It was an occasion for suspicion a strange arrangement searching for a solemn confession among a pastel of voices like the comma between two good thoughts of invading serpents and invading dreams where the best of plans are assembled for a traveler born wounded to find a way under a keyboard of passing clouds  

NOT JUST ANYBODY

there‚Äôs an opportunity of attitude   to go the other way avoiding the lines   to immediately impose on something to believe in without striving   receiving the interest of everything your out of   becoming more than anybody not just an everybody leaving the rough road behind

SERVING TWO MASTERS

we awake under rumpled sheets of thoughts the prison of two ideas   lines dissolve between dreams and the mystery of fragmented images   remembering corner shadows and glimpses of the lost and parts of what is never found as we rise from bed becoming the servant to the master of day  

BEHIND THE EYES

pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight   eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows   faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias

TO THE END

before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf   the moon and stars care not   the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light   those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END

PASSING OVER

gently pass through the curtains beyond the mirage and rhythmical lines discovering the hidden within the folds of dreams where fingers finally touch the eternal bonds of winds flowing below the wings of angels speaking of what was lost now found cradled in the clouds where no one suffers from being without

HALF SMILE

Rodeo days slip into his dreams   he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries   unshaven   a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories   wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open   dogs watch him without growling as he moves on.       … More HALF SMILE

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear