Some seem to see the floor of the sea
as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.
They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away
good. & Could be quite quiet.
Sure would be you’d dream good there.
Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.
Sure, bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.
But, You’ll see that jeweled fishes,
Stilled with witness,
Flee at the softest flourish.
And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.
How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?
“Faint Mists Paint a Maze”
is warranted as a title,
to be entitled, for a forward
to a body of work about:
highland trails, thorough haze,
brash dense brush, broken fences,
rainy bald boulders, wildflowers,
sunlight threads, down onto mosses,
log lichen, & mushrooms.
And as sea fog works so/ as a grey god’s cloaks,
far mountains are fathers.
Clinky silver rivulets
where waterbugs & yellow leaves
float off./ I can’t. I’ve rolled off
these fertile sheets. & on.
I swear it’s Clara
I see clearly on the ceiling
Before I embark onto
To a dream where Clara is nearer
I splash up, plop a step up,
& Stand up on her shore
& Stretch erect on her far shore.
the creatures there were at their creek
when they witnessed me because of my moon
I was quiet enough on my path
but they looked up, then back down to their drinking
I was so lost they didn’t scatter
so lost, the full moon only considered my prayers
I got turned around when the wind picked up
I can’t find my feet or so far
my way back
I must discuss
A dark circus is in town
A boy in a spin, and trees swing around
He drops, and the swing stops
New dewfrost falls, he’s lost
In all the bare trees
A heavy disguise
Could be of use here
So cover your eyes, please
Your lover’s indecent
And trying on lies
His heart’s denying hard here
It’s a fact; Abstract lies
Squeezebox hymns seem
To squish by inbetween
Lighted & Loudened by a fullmooncloud
Lions let free/ Dark
Circus tonight and if I might
Mix in that crowd
A heavy disguise could
Be of some use
I’ve looked to see
just off a shoulder,
sharp right outside a window,
just off camera,
some one or thing, I think.
The There, then not trick.
Here I’ll see it
here I’ll see it for what makes sense.
Y’see, I’ve evidence.
sea foam phantoms
left a belated beat back
just after this wave sweeps back.
I don’t think it’s drink
or the hours I should sleep or
all the private pranks I
I’ll envision these
green sea black deep.