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On Being Found

I have a beautiful mind
Don’t we all
It’s easy to say why
I’ve let mine languish
But I won’t say
I’ll spare you
I’ll spare me
It took years
to quell my fire
and more to wonder why
But, if even one soul has the vision
to see the slight spark upon the mountainside
then I am not lost



There’s an owl
In my midnight window
He haunts me, as a child
He hunts me
His eyes follow my fair hair
A beacon in the thin
Shadows of home

Shoved from naive sleep
By such a gentle wind
Stirred by the motion
Of sneaking wings
I jump from bed
And creep
Through his familiar gape
Hands splayed
Wide on the wall
Tracing my escape
Over velvet roses
And fleur de lis

With a hidden cage
He traps us
The lock is my spirit
Swallowed whole
Like a mouse
Through an unhinged
Snake jaw
Feathers stifle me
Deep into black star light
We jump and fall
Like pianos
And crash
In a screaming opus
At the bottom of the sea

Lost from
His sight and he
From mine
In the wreckage
Of dreaming
I sink low for hours
Covered in nesting
And bird bones
Lulled by a charming
Death wish
In the softness
Of my ripe mind
I hang on
A midnight déjà vu
From the tip of
A crescent moon
And anticipate
The voice, the hoot
The howl he’ll become
In his search for my
Easy grave

My captor and savior
Liberate me from your
Shallow nightmare
Lift us up
To a daydream
Wake me
On solid clouds
And cradle my
Dizzy head
Until I cough dirt
With the sunrise
And can disregard your
Ghostly visage
As It simply fades
In the flood of day


The clock ticks
And I am sick
With its motion
Like a poison
A sense of dysfunction
I see what’s coming
I know this destruction


My flesh among stars
Is transparent and thin
I am the alien
With my wide eyes
And pale skin

Am I peeking out
Or peering in?

Floating and disarmed
Lost are my sugary words
And sleepy charm

How far have I gone?

Too eager to let go
To drift in the dark
Both occupied and stark
Relieved to be
Taken apart


Death knocked softly on my door
So early this morning
I was aware of him for hours
And of the dawn
Rising syrup-slow
Behind his him

I wished for shades with my coffee
A respite from the dismal umbrella
But Death is no provider
We stepped under it
Arm in arm
And ventured out
Hungry children
Casting our sickly green shadows
Across the pallid face
Of daylight

The roads crumple and ignite
Like flash paper
In our wake
The pious sun closes in
Flared and spitting
Like a firebird
A whole world
Thrashing against our leisure

He leaves me
At dusk
Dressed in pearls and sorrow
Head swimming
In poison waters of longing
And far
Days from home
The living earth at my heels
Out for blood
And vengeance for his sins

Night falls
And I
Unburdened of faith
Masked and mourning my release
Wait once more
For dear Death to taunt me
To rouse me from my fever dreams
And show me something real

No. 9


Safe as milk
Head in the clouds

Your occurrence
Rolls off my mind
Like a marble

Like raindrops
Off a roadster

I’ll be fine

Black Dog

Black dog
In a gather of doves
Dark and earthbound
A whole other animal

I pine for your fragility
For your gypsy eyes

When the smudged wind blows
I am not taken
Not one strand of hair
Misplaced in the upswing

You ascend
Lifted, in concert
A blanket of white
And whispers

I envy your easy escape
Your nonchalance

I stand on hard ground
A menacing cloud
Abandoned by blue sky

You mock my craving
With your birdsong

Yet, a sacrifice is made
Always for my yearning
Wounded, slow
Or dull

A chance to redden my road
With vigorous shades of loss
To catch a bitter taste
Of liberty