suspension, maintaining a semi-permanent reversal, through will power
without the right information
encounters a suprising win, complete with a smug sweetness, examining the prize
suddenly
visions visions
the march that surmounts
and real results
I am pure water sky soft
I am winsome winding
I want to wait
I don't want to wait
love send me a letter
leep steed
when evil fascinates the innocent
the devil is dismantled.

a message surrounded in luminous blue
transports the reader whose interest is piqued
tiger striped action seems so bold
to we who have waited so long
and charged forward in a dash of sudden bravery
oh to time our steps and gestures to be pretty together!
while we hang by our toes
our fingers trail gracefully along the ground
well do we know our sweet ideals
proletariat ladies
who bend with kundalini grace
life's gift we hardly dare unwrap
a bowing beauty bends before the bath.

at heart, a heart
treasured as a petted darling
from singing silence sprung
the steady solid senator
a high mind covers a multitude
of inconveniences
dashing dashing
receiving letters
I wish I were a fool
I wish I were a fool
bent forever
beneath the beams
of the sun

The solemn temper
widened by thin pains
coated in salt and
deposited in limbo
could be rescued
dipped in celestial gel
sped to truth
and balanced between
capacity to sense
and life's thousand things.

The journey in parallels
spined, but the flesh is soft
(and resting on well known harmonies)
let go upside down
asleep during a violent storm
with daylight all is well
caressed by both delight and formality
I am the strength that failed
The sea-sick authority
I don't want to watch out
Libra, restore me.

memory tilts into
confusion
because of debates
that went on forever
strengthened by awful tasks
I now ride high
and light
dear hiding place
you await-
good news for one
both bold and unsure
the didactic dreamer
dizzy with
separation.

the world is weak
within a week
and faded in a shortcut
razzed in half with pizazz
and sorta sad.
wild everywhere
except within the taming of brutality
that brutality that seizes me insidiously.
yet even that force becomes the clattering cans
behind the wedding car.