the cool morning
woke in spiraling dawns
I watched from a cool
hiway

the purse opened up
in swift movements
and liars
swallowed a whole feather
belonging wallowed up
in the tiles

Thou shalt not kill
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wife
Thou shalt not commit adultery
Thou shalt not steal
Thou shalt not worship graven images
Thou shalt not bear false witness
Thou shalt not worship false idols
Thou shalt not covet
Thou shalt not take thy lords name in vein
Thou shalt not worship the sabbath

the poor moon looked up
and an angry god
looked over my shoulder
into the lights of my eyes

I sat peacefully on a green lawn
the sky was lit with black
and the grass scorched
I saw an eternal flame in red

infinite pain
all you have to do is ask

a man with golden flaxen hair
walks with mighty breathless air
and soundless hooves from freshest snow
under the mooney glow he stares

and on his mighty stamping steed
he climbs up mountains of golden sand
and remembers stories in ancient words
these ancient people never heard

with books of leather bind he writes
with sea-born ink, and quill in hand
a pouch of yeast to make the leavened bread
while others in their hovels sleep

the smokes did rise and in their hovels they do weep
these people with their glory and their leagues
with a feathered quill he does write
with all his glory and his might

my eyes are my own
in a twisted wilderness
sworn to tantrums
of emotion
swarming up from the ground

I watched from a tower
as cool winds embraced
the guitar
of a twilight
like an unknown lyre

my voice is my own
and the swirling books
of an endless night
become patronage

I wander, stricken
swallowed up by trees
towering in tablets
learning me

a necklace becomes a friend
like an eye of luna
stolen from the sky
in a thousand shattered oils

alone in the woods
burning the leaves
my sidewalk set

clamoring in july
the swift summer lit up
and a mugger gets shown
his clumsiness with a knife

as he runs
it thuds off his back
and I pursue

a penlight hits the ground
I’m taken, stolen
as I become
my own best friend
though my feet are swollen
from the never-ending
burning jaunt

the bellowing sky
reached up
and I tasted nickel
cool and fast

the acrid smell of skin
clothed in scent
tied to the trees
of an endless sky

I watched a colorless
moon, lift up into heaven
empowered by the scene
of a tormented soap

the towers of a slow sky
shot into our slain
mischief

I lost myself in the clothes
of a daunted booth
a carnival of lost children
who walked unknown

swept into the abyss
with crystalline entities
my total value swollen
by an angry past

blinking lid’s caress my youth
in silent lightening
as a modal mind
becomes careless and worn

I cast myself up, floating
spiraling into the stars
anchored in the black
topped off
with unidentified fluids

a thousand lights follow
as I chase the past
borrowing lava
in certain caverns
of truest soil

the whirlwind shapes us
in this beguiling craft

I awoke moments later
as a drowning, angry druid
and we left the building