self just self
self that gets the slightest scrap
and descends it into self
face that needs sleep
face hangs on the cliff agape

the birds that swerve in a burst
I like those birds
that represent everything I've lost

wedding speech Mikey and Celine

what I wish for you and what every wedding day really is, is a beautiful powerful wish, the casting of an enchantment, a curtsy and a bow before all of our personal Gods declaring-We Wish to remain in Love.
As the glamours wax and wane of your good will toward each other and the perverse animosities that plague us all declare war on everything that is pure, I wish for that state of being so in love to spring up from the land of beautiful dreams, of this time and this day, and suddenly you see that through the lens of these years you've shared, ho-hum, high times,disasters and heroic victories that life brings you, you see the bloom, in her glory, that this day is the seed of, and that will be your flower.

The veiled and quiet temple dweller
engulfed in vast questions
left behind her bold authority
and gay companions
to let the moon and sky ascend
the grand backdrop for perfection
all that is lost and stolid
abandoned for the journey far
is restored in the harmonious arrival
the play of the wise
who come alive in the sparkling night

What does faith feel like? It answers an old hidden exhaustion within you with a tide of relief.Relief from your half self,like a (mouth) mouse that has been batted around by a cat for hours that finally dies, like merciful death. There is a thawing a melting of an unknown ice, a brittleness that becomes elastic, when a poor poor hunted thing is finally mercifully devoured.

How to prepare for winter

Beautiful solemn winter
at twilight you are so mysterious
when I see lights in the window
and smoke from the chimney
I feel just like a gnome.

The hamper

The mind in hunks
the desiccated opinion
my temper has a little
ugly murder
this is the lemon and milk relationship
that curdled for 15 years
but this process is useful
in certain recipes
known only to my mother

poem and response

The beauty of fidelity is a secret and intricate complexity or a water of life vitality-a hidden garden of truth.Fidelity, you are real. You carry love across time and space, and you are not as stuffy as people say.
(by Shannon:)
The darkness of the infidel is the lie that told itself to go to bed.There it met the water lily in the hidden parts of the mind where goalies guard the truth.
Infidel you are a chimera carrying a candle across the lake inside the spaceship,shifty as words are blind.