hello federico 
it's me again
the monsters who murdered you
still stalk the land
our eyes are blinded by dollars
and all the love has 
leaked from our thought bubbles
it pools at our ankles
and is suffocated under foot
we have turned our faces 
from insignificant others

my lonely little friend
let your sorrow seep 
from that appley sleep
your blueish lips still sing
and the trees still remember
your unconditional smile
the west wind cries your laughter
let no one continue to sleep
set our bitter wounds on fire
open open open
make us a landscape of open hearts

Upon the Passing of Jim Harrison

the birds stopped talking today
the weather eroded a great soul away
and all the wine turned back to water

the look of an eye can move rivers, 
lift skirts, and hold a broken life together
just be careful where you point it

the trees swayed inside his coarse voice
fish darted upstream in his veins
the sun set every night behind his eye

the pot bubbled beneath the lid
flesh from bone soul from body
i have been reduced

the birds stopped singing today
the weather is turning to spring
and the rivers are running red

30 Day Poetry Challenge Day 1 - Snapshots

in that small time
between night and day
between winter and spring
i've transformed myself 
into the enter key
thinking how i used 
to be return

and i've made my feet stop
in a park made of concrete
as the drones go buzzing by
the chill highlights my breath
as it leaves my lungs
like words too soft to whisper
in a language known only to those
on the way to someplace else

.................

sugar skulls on ofrendas
breathing life into dead air
people are disappearing
falling off edges into oceans
souls loosed from broken shells
to hide inside our memory
but i've turned on the sunlight
to unremember the darkness
blue sky behind snakey branches
half full of heavy orange leaves
waiting to fall into forever

new church

two loaves of pumpkin spice bread
baked
snowgazing through the window
ignored
season two down at the docks
rewatched
green bean and tempeh red curry
cooked
now on to red wine and zombies
sundayed

mArch will be mArch

remember to try again 
even inside your crisp white envelope
i can smell the orange in the air
the rivers are plotting your newness
fields are flexing for the sky's mirror
tree limbs are tickling trunks
and soft breezes have begun to smile

**********

i went out looking to be broken

but my limbs remained fixed
on the way from the heart
to the crumbling outer crust
finding all cruel comfort
in stone streets of darkness

and i went out looking to be broken

unfixed on past passions
on the way to the heart
from the routine of alone
finding all new joy
in the light of together

i left the city
looking to be broken

under the see

                                              blank blue

    thoughts on a C

all the world dancing 'round my ankles

               angels slipping between my toes

       she said                      further in

    floating now

                           just between the sky and her

    slipping now

                  just inside her wake 

and all is

                                             blank blue

12:12

confined in rulelessnesses
peeking into when
carrying forgivenesses
seeking after then

keeping up appearances

cloaky paint

peeled

chipped

revealing patches

of smooth dark glory

search.

*

feeling directly what it is to be new

even as a large gentle light slips 

beneath the door to hide in loss

of what it is to be on the other side

icy blue eyes turn to warm rain

and we've lived a hundred lives

to get us from there to love