Keep shooting it feels good
I’m Coming
They grew apart from you
With time
Not because of anything particular
Specific as it were
Just the noise that displaces space
You can be certain
They have not forgotten you
They will still come to your funeral
When the time is ripe
Like a fruit before rotting
On the street you sit in humble repose
Dirty enough to draw disgust
To all who witness your demise
Though you were the godsend child of the community
Before things took a turn for the worse
Broken Hearted urchin
For whom no one sheds a shred of decency
They will still come to your funeral
They despise you for your ideology
Though you are cut from the same cloth
You used to agree on everything
From the side of the earth the sun rises
To the part of the sky where stars alight
You shared the sweet air of spring
And the crisp winter’s chill
You made art, talked god, prayed together over luminous fire
Too hot for the devil herself to hold hooves over
One touch inflicted the wound
One word destroyed the love
One breath born all misunderstanding
They will still come to your funeral
Sun-dried Tears
If we can produce enough tears
From the ocean that wells up inside of us
When we are overwhelmed by
Joy, Wonder, Sorrow, Loss, and Love
We can sell the sun-dried product
At Market
In our tiny village
When the People eat the brine
That poured out of us
They will feel the stories
Course through their capillaries
About the long road traveled
Reminding them of the convergence
Instructing them to hold the light
That brought them here
To tattoo the Tierra
With their blood seeping down to the river
And the smoke of their ritual fires touching the sky
Visible in the distance to influence
The clouds that rain inside
To cultivate the crops our lachrimae will eventually accentuate
Talus Puzzle
Last night
I was raven to your hawk
At first you were rock
In the talus puzzle
Later it seemed
You were a wave of wind
Atop the trees
Cascading along the ridge
Toward the infinite
Then that strange blue light
Bounced from the sun
Shone through
The one cloud in the sky
From which appeared your final form
In that dream you had
You beckoned me to partake
In our next fake
Royal joust in the sky
A game we engage
For the dream catchers
Passing by
On the way
To the great thing in their mind
Where everything plays
A fantasy
Blue Cistus
That gravity was too busy playing god
Holding other people down
You fell skyward
Grabbing a few things on your way up
Your keffiyeh
Because you could still reach it
With the few witches’ burr
Attached from the last time
You wandered along the scree
In search of a talisman
To keep you grounded
That you would plant in a cloud
The dallah given you by father
So you would not have to sacrifice tradition
For all else you have given up up and away
One Blue Cistus flowering
From imbibing your child’s joyous tear
Wrung from the duct at hisan’s arrival
Just like you cried when she was born
Placed in your arms
And never let go
But you couldn’t reach the memory
As you fell skyward
Of whatever it was still in your heart
Stolen by time
Lost in love
Drifted apart
In a Dream
You went too far this time
And managed to backtrack
To the right before
That place in the physical realm
You stood once more
On solid ground
Moss, lichen, pine root,
On the ball of your foot
In the cascade of water
Flowing down the forest floor
From the Silver Hollow
Notch in the sky
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Through the early morning fog
From which it gets its name
Surrounded by invisible voices
Singing you their songs
From the ash, birch, and striped maple
You wonder
Like you do watching
The gull studded Tierra
above the Ciconia
that the natural order of things
is just what you see
and the why of it beyond comprehension
which is what got you into trouble in the first place
Looking for the extinct animals of the Sierra
To establish your prehistory
To live in a dream you had
To feel what is beyond what you can feel
My friends on the other side
They said you were confused
That you didn’t know what you were doing
That you went too far this time
You thought the unthinkable thoughts
Humans shouldn’t think while alive
You realized what was going on
And you no longer qualified
But you needed another chance
And promised not to say anything
That you would do it over
In silent ignorance
As if this
Never happened
So they turned you around
Pushed you back through
And you are cursed