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
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
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
there’s 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
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
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
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
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
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 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
