A thank you for a friend

I hope you live to be 96 years old. The tennis balls on your walker will be flourescently fresh Everytime the nephews grand kids changes them out.

For me, my life, I hope I'm in the end of summer. My orbit, my axis just beginning to tilt away from the sun. Welcoming the fall. And perfectly so, there you are. 

I needed you today. 

My head was spinning with anger. Introspectively I know it's my choice to feel this way. Whatever peripheral items ignite on my horizon, don't have to become a bonfire inside me. I decide what is my circle and where it's center is. As I  shift, as I'm shifting, right there lands the reddist leaf.

She speaks of digging up earth. Hands in soil. The cathartic act of planting. An exercise in hope. Faith. Awake in process. 

A refreshing swig of life.

It made me pause.

And I found my breath. I found my silent space between the trees.

So, 

Thank you, 

For today.

Size of night

 Every edge was unbounded. From the sand below feet, to the end of the observable universe. Everyone we knew was present. All emotions on the table. The dice roll. Each fire along the beach line was a hundred lifetimes of possibility. 

The night was tangible,  Large. The trees grew to the sun. The water poured off the edges. The twilight endless and warm. The laughter was 1000 count thread. The smoke was hefty like machine. We were young and exploding. The spring of our lifes. It felt like all,  colossal in stature  somehow still expanding. Accelerating.

Now as summer is ending, we can hold those nights in our hands.

Rack rack rack

 Universe a pourin through the node
bindin eltro magnets hold

while entagled ones implode

its a trebuchet

momentum soon to swing this way

debutants will drink the day

prepar red is the blay bah blay

dimension packed

black wholes stacked

discuss it over 30 rack

rack rack rack

Blue Ember

 we sit around a fire

or does the fire contain us?

We know Doyle is tired, because he doesn't say much

it was June or July

it felt like December,

Chill it was the night

Do you remember
.....

That cold Blue ember?

And who? put the leaves on this tree
toothing the starred sky,

ratcheting branches cradling night

Delivered by an exterior design

sparkling along the nights moon beams

I play this chord for you
my dear friend,

dragging knuckles

Shoulders hanging wide

Knuckles dragging low

Bringing up lumber

From the valley below

Gonna build me a shack

And let these nights fill up my soul

Insulate with magic

From the stems from the floor

Shimmy up the moonbeams

Til my heart don't hurt no more

I got a boogie machine

The Bonanza

 Its fun, this life

im in the middle of such a forest fire

and Ive done a plenty

it seems

relative to the mass around me

everybody says things

why, your so weird

what is the purpose

your amazing

your crazy

youve done more than anyone

you havent done shit

you influenced 

you withdrawn

and.. I think

I

need to push on.. 

for what reason?

why does any Scientist who knows so much

continue to live

when he believes there is no heaven?
what the hell is he still doing here?

what am i doing here?

Im here to sing to that ache in your bones

and rollick in the chamber of joy and laughter

and I hope to echo forever

until someone pops the cork

and drinks the wine.

let

older

I realize i need to be delicate

 imply, and softly render the edges

let your hearts come through the depiction

get out of the way

The mere act of presenting a canvas

the occasion of you standing there on that floor

preceded by the carpenter that had to build it

I can just present an upward hand gesture

as I get out of the way

in time you will realize how i refracted the light

and you all gave me a name

somewhere in the undefined edge

a silhouette is born

But I wont stand in the way

So many pills of light

vessels of moments

souls slithering by 

at a frightening thundering pace.

When we plant our feet in the stream

the highway is dispersed unpredictably

and you look like such a fool. 

Let the light find its retina

let the radio of your heart tune in.

let the feels find the insides of their ribs. 

Let.