Ringing

An early late life
loves to ring into the future
A dampened noise
rings longest in my ear

The elephants on my ring understand
Severance deserves silence
Its circumference deserves to be marched
Contemplated

A detour from ignorance
Sit on the couch, on the grass
Does our field of vision have a shape?
Do our inner eyes have limits?

The soul can slow to the pace of the sky;
It can crawl llike the ants in the grass over its own experiences.
The choice to march around like the elephant
Heals like bright sunshine

Fabric

Tell me naughty things you want to do
This is really awesome
Anyone except yourself would sing along
I haven't met you yet

Pray, wash, study
Capitulate
Follow the pattern
I am cut from rare cloth

Tracing its pattern will show me there is a bolt of it,
Somewhere

Clashing is in style

Sunflowers

You hold a candle to the sun when it's not out,
But the sunflowers still won't turn.

People will.

They turn to look at me.

They live in dollhouses
and drive straight.
I don't notice;
They do.

Sunflowers.

I dreamed of sunflowers
Spiders and radiant light too
 - But not in a room of nightmares.

The moon drowns out the stars and pollutes the sky
But in a tunnel all I see is the ceiling.
I hold my breath and wait to see the pollution light up the haze once again.
A full moon looks flat

even in the white light dream of sunflowers
their turning heads

The dollhouses sleep through the sunrise
There are no heat signatures in the cemetery

except maybe me.

They don't make doll-sized headstones.
Dolls don't die.
There is no doll-sized death.

How far will a candle shine?
How far has its light traveled when I blow it out?

Will the sun notice when my candle stops burning?

The sun is cold.
It wants to warm its hands around the flame of a candle
and wrap itself in a blanket
and sleep to dreams of flowers.

Bell Jar

A bell jar encloses a perfect idea
An endless beach of untouched sand
A dog with a pitchfork and a flock of carrion birds wait outside
A humanless terrarium.

Oh, to get close

The boy crouches,
the birds crouch
He can find no approved allies
It will become a grave of his desires

Closed doors
No peace

But the sand.
The sand.

Run instead for the dangerous currents,
Jump into the sea.

The moon reflects against the glass
I have been sifted and I will not be saved.

Review

Feelings from the past
Dredge them up
Rebuke is half a victory
Bitterness is half a defeat

You can't choose your volunteers
They are number one
But they make me shout at fire
Please light the furnace with your breath.

Someday the moon will burn like the sun
And the carrion birds will arrive
But for now my  mind and heart wait without feeling
I learned this slowly

Give up what is advertised
Stop trying
Fabric sandbars separate me
But I suggest you resist the exit

Further back
Hug a pillow in the sunshine
Rainbows on my cat
Return to the womb

Building anger ignored
Naked barbies
Office sadness
I don't want to hug a pillow

My identity
Learn how to hang up
Dominate
Escape all identity

My purpose was to listen
A purpose-driven life.
Comforter
Down, All in All.

A good month for a bad month
An even trade hangs in the balance
A caravan to nowhere
To a beach of abandoned umbrellas