run-on thoughts come in waves to calm the wolves
run-on...tree to garland pose on the edge of palos verdes cliff
hanging i think of the waves slamming the shore and get vertigo
remembering poems about origins i think of the death of the galaxy and fall
to the pieces stuck behind a spinning mirror with a wireless watch
paracletes at the steps count calories diving into the cave of intake
valve with a splash of soda tickling my nose to wrist stopping the clock
face behind a face on the dark side of noon come mid january
door to door transitions bifrons dragging us to the gates of hell
bent towards inclinations of orbits and the stealthy heart of gravity
falls strung out with the homeless seawolves on the sand basking in the grey
sharpie on cardboard stories begging another worriless day
break the back of all the world's possessions as wealth takes the beach
blankets flap in the wind with teas and biscuits of honey sun and oxygen
bar for a breath of fresh saltless air never embed the negative thought to give weight
to the mass returning with the revenant coming in threes actors singers scientists
of displacements waiting at the tip of a thought for confirmation of gravitational waves
softly lapping the grains of time and a half automatic negative superluminous
supernova exploding consciousness back into the matter of fact
dilemma of vicious cycle down the right lane passing the homeless signs
declaring the end of the road up the hill of politics on my monitor news
ticker stuck in query of golden troy ozs the sun 333,000 times the mass of earth soul cycle
flywheel delivers another departure across seas from the belfry of friendship watch
towers fall when the next wave arrives to add the heft needed to tip
scales of the planck breaking through the reflection invalidating heat death
valleys continuing forever in an infinite number of thoughts eternal intelligent
orders of magnitude escape from time like the first flower in space
filling the inbox a writer a teacher a friend grains of sand in mounting heap
sort -max -minimum -peek -stack -push and pop -create -merge delete the beautiful
trees because it matters on photon flights of short takeoffs and landings
well past zenith each grief it's on treatise on the trouble of thinking you have time
wisely spent converts rich and poor neither live to see how civilization gets out of the mess
-ages in aeons of recognizing one’s own agency of hope listening to the silences
of sorrows contemplating length happiness is that fact he existed and waves keep coming
of age running this race of endurance surrounded by so great a crowd of witnesses
lay waste to the weight clinging close to calm the wolves like francis...fresh air thoughts
