The One Who Knows

Inside
A being
Don't look!
Don't look!
Don't think about it!
They are not them
You don't find them by looking
Instead balance
On the moment
Like a wild unicyclist
Then will you see
Then you will be

A small filtered soul

Sifted
Refined
Made just so
Gentle into the world

Where?

I must look for you
To make myself totes fulfilled
Where's my other self?

You don't get to know if I'm crying.

The Stench of Life

The depth - the dark
You think it something - Nothing
An end -- it's not
You think the stench repels

I celebrate
Life, truth, the arousing
Stench of beautifully sordid things
The life water for everything

I camp on the banks
Joy the life, the wild sort
Dips into it for
Life and who does not reject

Then I follow it down
Water to brindled estuary
And see a goddess swimming
In clear seas, naked and fearless.

I will love
I will love
I will love
The taste on my lips

I love — You knew, didn't you?

Life Splash

Daily desperation
Covetousness
Despair - need
Wear away at the
Network of life

Here a greying
There a dessication
Weakness
Ghosting
Hope fades away

Then comes a laugh
So filled with joy
That in a moment
The world is healed
Made new — alive

What about Women

It is such a conundrum
Many women preen when given
Attention but is that a betrayal
Of a recognition of women
Of — Women's rights
Of — Women's values?

I do not know, they
Preen for me they are worth it I
Hope that they see
That it
I am so confused how
To reconcile my desire

I care
I care for the half that is woman
Because I swear to
Have compassion for all beings
This I swear
I swear compassion for all beings
We are all worth it
We are all humans

We are all worth it
Some of us need the others
We are consumed by our
Need for the gender others
By our lack of
By our need for other

Our genes drive our need
And
Their desire for me
Our
Genes drive our need for
Their desire for me

Some Times A Neck

Sometimes a neck is
Not just a neck
It is poetry and joy
And grace and desire
It is need and perfection

Some times
A neck is everything
Everything
More than the universe
More than perfection

Can't Tell

I can't tell
Touch of life
Touch of death
It's all the same

Days of the Suffering Heart

Everything is fine so
Why so much pain?
What brings the anguish
That lives in my heart?

How I wish for just a few
Days of peace and joy
A few
    Days of love
    A few
        Days of passion
        A few
            Days of a sheltering heart

But those days, if ever they come,
Are not these days
These are the days
Of the suffering heart

You Look

You look so much like
Someone I truly love.
What is it that brings
Such confusion —
What – brings – such confusion?

My heart wants to love you
Like I love my friend, my heart
My truth, but you
Are not she. So clearly, look — our hearts are
Not reliable, You only look — like

Still, my heart moves
My heart wants
My heart loves
So, unwisely,
Yet still, my heart loves.

Philtered Soul

It's a coffee at
The neighborhood shop —
Philtered Soul

I've never had it.
What would it do to me?
Bad or good I

Think I want to keep it
It is a part of me

I Kind of Like

I kind of like the drifting
Dreaming sort of drunk
I don't know what I think
Free to stumble into some
Sort of truth.

Don't judge me
I know that drunk isn't de rigueur
I know that I should think amazed confused
But still. Still
Somehow I think myself as mused

Time

I pass time
Practicing my piano or
Working on a necklace or
Reading about singing or/and
Drinking beer and
I wonder why and
I wonder if and how and
What is meant and about
Loneliness and love and
Self harm and whether I'm
Winding things up or
Off on an adventure and
I curl up in loneliness
And unshed tears
Ache hard hard hard
And despair lives in my pocket
I pass time

Need

I need? Want? You are what
I need? Want? You just what
I need? And. Here. Now. Need
Give yourself.
Give yourself.
Need.
I.
Need.
Just Now.
Need.
I need.
Give yourself to me.