And after we've gone our rounds,
Let's go for tea,
And say not a word,
About you, nor me. 


we danced,
because it was difficult to stand.
we sang,
because it was difficult to listen.
and we loved,
so that all our minds would be full to bursting with other people. 



May all of our goodbyes be in laughter,
And may God grant me the chance to hold your high cheeks,
When we first meet,
When my bones hollow in the wet alone. 



It is an unbelievable beauty,
And the deepest sadness,
It has created me, and it will rend me. 


To all who would be thankful:
Look around.
You cannot explain why any of this has come about,
Yet here you are.

Love in the interim, Love before you learn your own name. 

22:00 prayer

What in the world is this
movement, am I king of the heavens
of pavement, rubble and lovers
torn from their mothers to seek another's breast
Help us O we Insufficient Fallen
to beat the life out of our beds
and awake in fullest canopy. 



Meet me,
Tell me there is a corner in this room,
In which I can find some sense,
Feel my forehead,
Whisper into my mouth,
How different you are,
How we should go back into the trees,
There are jaguars down here,
That hunt, that kill,
In a corner in this room. 


He came down from the mountains,
Walked through the outskirts,
Walked through the town,
Approached the ocean as he would a lover,
Confident but exposed, appreciative,
He fell to his knees,
Pulled from his breast pocket the tired sheet,
That bore his achievement in this life:
He was richer than God.
He could buy Heaven if he wanted to.
Clumsily he reoriented the paper this way and that,
But he could not make heads or tales of it,
Save for a quickly fading memory of what it meant,
He laid it gently in a tide pool beside,
"Take care of that paper you organisms in there!
I hereby promote you to the top of the pile!"
He backed into the foam,
Spirals adapting and learning of his shins, then his knees,
"You are richer than God now!
You could buy Heaven if you wanted to!" 


Going Out Into

Write me a letter
sweet Love,
detailing the indeterminacies of our progress,
the rhapsodical nature of our talking points,
how you never dreamed we'd leave that blessed sound.
And I will write you back,
With my bones and eyes and hands,
That dreams were meant to be kept separate,
But that we are guaranteed to return,
As gusts of wind, as ourselves.



You tore fitfully
away from smokescreen habits
into a life where there was no one to greet you
O but you did not go back
biting into every pit in every fruit
gnashing of teeth indeed.



Take me far away
(I have taken you far away)

I am lonely here
(You seem lonely.)

But these droves of birds are beautiful
(Sometime you will share with the birds)

No one is sitting beside me
(You are alone.)

No one is sitting on either side of me
(The paint is faded)

I have no wants
(How could you?)

Will I grow old?

It is very beautiful here,

But living is a hard business.