In tune with the weight of the moon
Even in the morning there is light
A way to pass into the realm of waves
If I stare hard into the twisted shapes
Sense can be made of a day
Sense can be derived from a universe of misalignment
Turn the malformed mass on its side
A new birth awaits every solitary station
Look into the eyes of a statue
A soul is frozen in every stone
Look deep into the eye of dear moon
She is telling us we’re not quite alone
She is telling us there is solace in cyclical motion
Telling us the story of all incantations
That the bright shines behind our eyes
eyes
Black Godess
Coffee makes me love
Even before I stir
My heart is open to the world
I take the medicine for being
By the mouth without seeing
The true glory of the day
It always comes true
With the mouth watering ensues
The brilliant awakening of cells
The super heightened manic bend
I give myself to you black goddess
My occupation depends on your benevolence
Your encouragement is sweet
It glides and softens too
I find my way through
An otherwise foggy day
Far from the San Francisco Bay
Where I first saw your face
You were everywhere in my way
Helping me to stay awake
Through the trying days of twenty-three
Now we’re an undefeatable team
Sometimes in true true black
Accompanied by a snack
Or augmented by sugar and cream
Am I Working?
I get so sleepy in this dreamy place
Eyes are so heavy in my face
Where did I get this idea
To sit for money until the the days end
Judgement Is Optional
I look around, see eyes down
Ears turned inward
Not wanting to be disturbed
Or inconvenienced in the least way.
But there are two
Who gaze into each other’s eyes
What lurks beneath this disguise of love
I want to believe that we are not
Trapped in the frame of a robot
Thanks to the children
I see filled with this thing
That seems to harden as time brings
Us closer to I know not what
I will find the beauty in the inward turn
This human tragedy will become mine
The Secret Inversion
Some days I’m inspired by everything I see in this town. It’s mayhem of beauty. I hear in every sound the ring of perfection. When the sun hits it right, the magic explodes into fractal macabre of color. Intensity, androgyny, moral decapitation, inconsequential activity congealing in one great masterpiece of form, function and majesty.
Many have seen the alternate inversion, equally sublime in darkness. To live here, you must share the secret. At the same time, keep the secret deep in hiding, lest the light escape and burn the eyes of the infidel. Protect it well warriors. Your reversible image is not for all. It may be misunderstood.
New Jersey
New Jersey, where have you been all my life?
I’m sorry I have only used you.
For passing through you.
For this I am truly remorseful.
Your beauty and marvel are beyond my comprehension.
I’ve not been worthy of your true Constitutional companionship.
I kneel in awe and pray you bestow.
Your blessings upon me once again.
As I once again pass through on my dull and mortal crusade.
Blind still to your majestic envelopment.
Butterfly on Black
What is this little blinking butterfly of light?
That appears before my eyes
It does not come at night
Only when the Spring or Winter days are bright
I come indoors and there it is
Following my gaze, obstructing, distracting
With its wings ghostly pulses
Translucent and amazing
Absorbed when looking into white
Yet proudly dancing upon the darker surfaces
She will never let me look directly at her
Darting just aside as I try to focus
Does anyone else see her?
What other apparitions of beauty am I deceived by?