PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Monday, March 11, 2013

Holes in my soul big enough to drive a tornado thru

How often like a thief taking stock of
whatever is owed
            the day bought & paid for
                        with stolen moments

by faith subdued & stagelit
alleyways leading to the beach

            mist lifted from the waves
                        proclaims its presence
                                    “Remember me?”

2.               
Milarepa said there were four ways in
& one way out
but then the dead don’t shimmy in the
            stained glass display window
& the fogmist like a leadweight
            holds the pier in place
when everything else is falling from your
                        bulletproof kimono
& guitars bend like uncharted constellations
in that darker place behind your eyes

            3.               
            Your relfection
                        & others
                                    in the ocean rush
            the murmur of
                        unanswered prayers
                                    in the eucalyptus