Swimming Forever

toga wrapped toes tip
down generations of us
Romans till the East comes
or flags unfurl forever.
we, mighty men of reptile
and fishy becomings, fly
from our parents into
the parenthood of dying.
dog days call out and our
ears always listen. for-
getting our own selves
in trying to be people.
i meet my music hushed
to scent out it's tenor
pause out its rhythm for
having its past, that mad
maker of reason and receiver
of reinvention. my children
can eat my heart a day later
cause there's a growing loud
rose to prick my feet for now.
big beautiful petals to love
me tender love me mad and
kiss those steps that touch
every moment everywhere at once.
it's a strange lesson full of
must be's and paper monkeys.
but i'm almost invincible now,
weak in spots that make me
springy. my hard parts move
amongst the airy space like
the elements they swim in,
pieces of Nature and parts of
God. It is indeed fun to be
a shiny happy mortal deity
most sublime to a world
of tragic darkness and pretty
vampires. i'll have to get
use to being dead when i'm
just another horsefly.
bye bye!

counterbalance

the sublime badness machine,
he lurks on my fringes
a shadow of passionate criminal beauty
infinite power to a nothing.

cheers to my destiny

The saga of slow death invites me to destiny
Full of intriguing possibilities to amaze my future
And make the faults of success never too hasty
For a comedy of soothing personal tragedies.
The headaches answer my apolgetic insults
And fill me with two inevitable mistakes
That are doubled masks of tranquility.
Salvation is a tricky drink of bitter wine and poison,
A timely rescue that can only come when the Fates are ready
To quench the burning futile flames of tobacco.
Four twenty comes and it's time for another fix
The world surrounds to claim another work of beauty
Lungish brains will cope with the straining transcendance.
I cannot help the task of readiness in my heart canopy
It is too big, too wild, too needful of resolution to quit
Its heroic battle against itself, the unequal nature and needs.
Is there a communion trial of help that will steady this balance
Forever change the loaded dice that are my desires trinity
And make those timeless fainting joys more easy.
Perhaps the rite of love will come a stumbling as grace
Falling as from above to appease these hurried glances of happiness
For once and then forever to make a good life of me.

relics

i grind my teeth now
a tribute to my past
my mouth speaking volumes
where words will not last
in time they may wear
the remedy isn't fast
but life will have its way
and leaves the mighty task

taker trying

what if I go faster?
tender pouting petals love me better
be a more mother to me
and make this a bee's life of trying.
can they honor more a man of destiny?
that word an act of agency within
rather than old grace.
I would give him many garlands,
he who o'erturned the Fates,
they witches that take.

ordinary

what if this is the end
downhill trodding to grave
the last great thing done and
undone. for me and by me.
i am bored of wasted lives
their natural, lazy, hopeful lives
being and unbeing before me,
my brethren.
i am another man of the world,
and no moneyed, worthy family will do.
my hunger has ulcerated
and the feast grants no satisfaction.
i have missed the good meal
and doomed myself to die,
to die for a very long time.

the help

square my coffee
red my design
eat my horror
and make me whole
a fine friend is completeness
corrector smile of fullness
hopeful fellow sleeper.