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Illuminated Flying Packets

Speaking of railway signs
of worldwide
Lonely planets...
A small boy picks up Mexico...
We are all waiting
for a name to be called
and I sit here...

The drama this: I thought I knew something.

a Faint language, alien to what is known...
The lines run my palm,
a red hand... endtrails.
This loud lonely planet
Hides...
A circular ring...
A hole...
An eye...
A Zero...
A nothing...
An infinite line...
A continuity...
Curiosity...
I don't understand these things
and it feels as though it's on the
very tip of my childish tongue.

A castle on the Rhine
and somewhere Germany calls...

This here is dream language...
the one that I know and get lost in
like quicksand and dry fog
which has clarity to the taste...
Of accepting things I can't explain...

Loudness causes communication problems...
crisp sound right now...
crisp sound right now..
and then you crawl out of my skin
and awaken fibers which stand
On the edge of enlightening rods...
Supporting the structure of my dead weight
upon a seat in a big box
and I'm back here again...

What lightening electric shoots
out my thumb
my palm
this window
and song...

Sleeping on a Ham Hock

- All of existence in my feet and the tip of my finger...

People unknowingly spit poetry at me all the time.
What about us who ache for poetry in our bones...
We need to be fed.

What about us who hear jazz in every sound...
What about us who hear God...
Poetry abound...
We need to be fed.

What about us who dance for the sake of dance
for the sake of poetry for the sake of necessity...
Because we cannot help but dance...
We need to be fed.

What about this cry for celebration...
Cry for celebration of gifts
we cannot help but use...
We need to share...
We cannot hide it...
We need to be fed.

To all lovers in hiding...
We need to be fed.

Don't hide the food you've been growing in your soul...
We are hungry here.

Be aware of the time for harvest...
The time is near...
Near to breath...
Closer than a heartbeat.
The time is here...
The time is you.

This is what I'm given stomach for...

Blue Whales Beneath an Island

I wrote in the sand tonight
and swam with the breath of the ocean
falling from my throat
sent off a paper wish to see
my shoes swallowed
by a mouthful
and found them safe and sound
I wrote in the sand tonight
cursive prayers
to the touch
sealed in grains
sound to the touch
of my finger...
and by the end
I said Thank you
lying on a dry dolphin
while two heads pass
laughing about a story
of a billionaire who
fell off a cliff riding his segway
and by the end
I leave laughing
how I follow the big blue whales...

Forest of Legs

Forest of legs
Like the inside circle of hung rags
Sweet sucker
Don't u dare roll over my toes
They're breakable
Scratch tape of caution
Fenced protection
For natural delicacies
They're breakable
As are our legs...

These real stems held by
manufactured sticks
Made of its own...

Leashed puppies know the forest legs
Strapped feet bound to nothing grounded...

A broken arm cast at 90 degrees
And calves fatter than fits the face...

Beef jerky... The orange color...

Saptak

Floating half crossed stairs before me
An elderly presence to the right of my shoulder
I eat to my left munching on sickness
Head turned away towards the heavens in my ear.

A fishbone curved to a point
slipped out of its skin
for a shocking dip into the sun
swelling through all the seemingly solid stares.

A faint lift of a pinky fingernail
just skimmed of cream
whipped of fingerprints
embedded in a child's story.

Inside the cage of ribs
bbqd and spicy
Beige and brick columns
Straight spinal support
Shooting to the door
where the music makers stare.

I don't understand your language
but I know my heart's vibrations to truth
predict your beat by the swelling
of a secret...
and this reaches all.

Hat of Pins (continued)

On the ground
she spins and spins
On her crown
this hat of pins...

She spins and spins...
and spins...
and spins..

With eyes half open
or half closed
A strange sensation
in her toes!!!

As she looks down
to her wild delight
What does she see?

HER TOES IN FLIGHT!!!!

SHE'S SPUN OFF GROUND!!