Wednesday, March 26, 2014

le chien avec la patte cassée attend le métro

One day the Bones will heal

The Watermelon Waits

And Waits
And Waits
to go and grow
in love and wisdom and stature
alone and singular
as the
waterfall's hush
water orb red
above a desolate city
the wait for lush
the wait for hand shaped clouds
palms full of rain
in a season of death
still life reaches
expands and breathes
the vine finds empty paws
and feeds and befriends
the forgotten raccoon
for lilies of the field
 and the birds of the air
never loved so much
as a lost and lonesome bandit
in the dusk of Gods day

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Le coyote solitaire au-dessus de Los Angeles

The moon his only friend
told him soft stories
in the dusky glow
the world is all busy
all clutching this city
all grasping
at things below

it all leaves off
it all falls away

and  stripped
and alone
is the waking
of that dying day

when one says goodbye to
all not united
the all unrequited
and the self rises into fits of the unknown

mysterious beginnings end
translated spirit bends
 the friend there to greet
the one that defeats
love abounding more
the one that walked
once invited
walked into the open door

and never left