15.

I peered slowly closely
deep into his joy
which flashed dark upon
my thin, cream lotus.

And unexpected, the oil
drips satisfy my delicate
need for dirt, for hurt,
black comfort and balance.

So I cling to the tiger's
back, head pressed into
sunset fur. Carries me over
golden shit, towards
stormclouds, we pur.

14.

Well, my soul called again on Friday evening porch,
in brother form, as is so often, and proposed
a grounding, an opening, a releasing and a letting
in of light.
Nothing other than yes.

Swampy hurry blinded us towards (and forwards)
keep getting ready, we drove around in
circles til the clock agreed.
sleepy sweet sleepy sweet exhale, as millions
of trees were just waiting to greet you, good
morning, to sing to you, good afternoon, eat with you,
of the rain dew good night.

we tumble inwards, on around. these rocks,
carrying each other in the lightest moments as
we ascend the sky is calling hello.

still again ohgain your eyes are the balance
I fall into, no matter upwards where we are.

13.

hazy mazey daisy
sum
of the flowers
we picked last night

steady ink wash
erasing back smelly
lips
flowers
kiss
my nose
(as the crit goes along)
(would you mind taking yours down?)
aw yeah
veggie
eggie
rolls

12.

Here in my contours lays the guarantee on
all fours, struggling for breath, its chest
bleeding sweat, we didn't know.

Here in my violet, our tango lays quiet, sipping
stale water where the music disappeared,
quite queer, we've misplaced the volume.

Where in your silver, the impetus draws
nearer, sloshing through the bloodsweat quiet,
heading home.

11.

And it could be considered an unhealthy
game that I play with the sun on such
a gray day.

I won't come out until she does.

So time slides around the clock as I burrow
deep and the sun piles pillows of clouds.
I peek behind the curtain and how the
sun is still hiding, still waiting, pacing
round as I tuck my knees in and finger
the blanket's weave with my toes.

Hunger pushes, rain pours, noises pull.
A bowl of oatmeal, bring my blanket with
me, that's my compromise.

And the gray clouds turned a bit whiter.