Too much for this
season active in the wind to relocate
Again tenth shift in a
dozen years, cardboard boxes and u-haul trucks
Gasoline and trash
bags
Attempts at
self-love beautiful, poignant oxygen
Yoga, performance
poetry, dodgeball
Running, moving making
new comrades in an old city
Online connections
and meditations
Attempting to be in
the self
Love sits in the
essence of being wanting to be exchanged
For maybe a breath at
the surface for turtle, needed
Summer only made
me want to inhale longer
Universe is testing my lungs
Holes iced over, longitude befuddling
Coordinates to the sun again
Melt this into the
stream of dare to pray
Audacious to
reverberate God in vessel
Moving ache in these surroundings
Has taken all to offer calling
Into the unknown, this wood and stone
Flesh and marrow
patient holding time like a knife
Cut these
ropes and not veins
Time trickling a
vessel
The not wanting, accepting volition of unchosen and chosen
Humans need to be
held, be loved, vulnerability occasionally rewarded
For one not to wither
hopeless, cynical, desperate, distorted
From capability into
carnage
The less than single
hand tally is bloody shrapnel declination
Cast as if the only
worthiness inserted comes from an isolated self
So in altering that
becomes a Himalayan ledge ice step crevasse
Replenishment placement of what once, maybe twice
Traumatized cruelty and irony moving however small the increase in odds doing so
For a poet to go forty
years and this is all the love he can drink…
Skittish
masochist ready to depart at any instant
No negotiation, no
discussion, hell crushed tenacity commensurate with the coverup to the ambush
Self sufficient disposable
So when it occurs like
it has in some form in the few subsequent instances
Drawn to evaluate
who one is, produces and what this universe is attempting to communicate
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