My life wasn’t a path but rather zig zags way finding bridges and holes chasms and cliffs taking only the road that was with courage to step off an asphalt toll highway and move into the shadows across the piled up stones. don’t be silly Nose buried in fantasy I dreamed of a different time…
I Stand
I stand beneath the cables that fasten me to this dust moving in eddies spread my tired arms to touch willing my fingers, arches and whori, my white flecked nails to grasp the infinity of a memory of a moment when I wound the handle of tin box to a tune that played like baseball…
nine times nine
my path is strung upon misted air its bridge I follow across divide my eyes are welded white with a stare caught in the blue of your memory its an apparition of nowhere reflected on a current of green our visions moving lines out of square fingers clutch against the flowing tide a strip of…
