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.

white hot romper suit

"The tube thing... meh" 

"Give me that white hot romper and some fuel.

I have a story to live"

The evening was supported by five quarter treated pine. The backstage story was the foilage that grew to the underside. The week went on typically. It wasnt until I couldn't see outward that I realized what had dozed it's way through the small margins in between the deck boards. 

There is quite a machine here. Once we etch the rust away. Once we force the gears to turn and introduce the grease. If you know what your looking at. You can salvage a classic.

The layers removed reveal a patina. One you couldn't create synthetically. 

The honesty gifted took a lifetime to earn.

My Good God. What a gorgeous soul. Growing more so as the story is born.

And she does it all in a romper suit. 

The color of white hot sun. 

into someone elses telescope

 she loves her little knick knacks

with her cords on right

an electric smile

shining through the night

wheres your light go girl

streaming cross the sky

into the tube wrapped in gifts

into someone elses telescope

pulse with the right

i cant see for the night

when she waits in that dress

i could be there for the vent

but these old walls want to fold

when the ceiling is lifted

A hand sewn starry cloak

Ill have you know that I created this cloak myself

I have sewn every star on, stood against the dark

and became sky to anyone who chose to believe in me

Along the edge of each star is a story line

 I made sure to stumble from straight

so you can be sure these were not machine made

 I left the perfect for those distant galaxies

while out here alone in the cold, I wrote a letter. Something I wish all my friends would have done before they crossed over.

(she reads aloud) 

I hope I made the moon appear large 

while you were here. Thats why I stood there in that light. That night. Directly in the way. With a smile.

And,  

I hope that you couldn't see right through me

Id like to think I refracted like the hidden wine

Not so dark that you couldn't make your way

and not so reflective that you simply saw yourself

I was here to turn the dials

 curate pigment and pixel

deliver the continuum

in the spirit of delight

and I hope you noticed, that I added in ghost notes

so the rhythm could find your bones.

Does Heaven return you to time slots?

When I get to forever

the architect sits with the director close, 

and I hope they are all there, 

Especially Brooke.

and its the same

with no new names. 
Exciting and open. 

endorsed by everything inside me that resists.

I hope she gets the smiles to me in between train cars. When im walking, she startles me between the trees. and breathes life into me again.   

Ill write those love letters in watercolor. And Ill be full power. Off and running. Again.

Director, Architect, can we start with that one carefully constructed day? 

Ah yes I remember that one.. 

 it started 

with pillows. the most natural of laughter.

the best coffee

a strangers word, and a walk.

[the whole set unravels suddenly]
But,

I have my doubts about finding the same crown molding. And Brooke doesn't like the sky blue walls anymore.  

Don't you guys have people that can tug on the fabric a bit? 

Who can put us at a time when they milled the right Crown? And Brooke favored earthy colors?  

 

All Gravities

I had it 

for a moment, 

half asleep

balanced between all gravities 

and space

I knew my truth

my lighthouse location

A railroad spike sticking out of the new hardwood floor

how could I miss it? 

the next day I awake groggy and off course again.

Oh well

When the lawn gets cut, and the sun is coming through

the birds find hope.

the first bird is the crazy one. up at 430am. 

I start the rumbling machine. 

scurry away. watch from a branch. 

I know there will be a day when im truly all alone

when my last dear friend has perished. 

Or will I be the one who goes first?

I suppose the best time would be somewhere in between. 
I want to see how you all do it.

How you manage the pursuit of purpose. 
Did you make up a good one?

Did the book present it to you plainly?
did you stumble through the doorway and declare it?
The occasions are nice. 
I suppose Ill lay in a hospital bed and remember you all in suits. Ill remember the train rides. 
I promise you that dad. 

Somewhere between the gravity of Jupiter

And the weightlessness of a dark spot in space

the war on TV,

and mothers meal

did you find purpose?

do you say, someday that you will help

Youll use your precious shrinking stamina to lessen suffering somewhere? 
All Gravities

Do you drive til you find that edge

and imagine the disappointment your wake would leave?

Old Radio parts

Im just floating here

hoping an old friend would return 

through the night of the city

where the filaments burn

through the holes were admitting

are the gates to etern

If youre here with us friend

add some specks to the churn

and we will hear you

this flattened note from the jewelry box

is a cosmos unfolding

we willingly let go

to the nostalgia we were holding

and we can cry twice, for this life we are mourning

if youre here good buddy 

you could tell us the story

The sensor lights, when the frequency is right

like a jetstreamed sky, transmitting the kite

a ghost with a plight, through the quilt of the night

and I don't care about being right

anymore

 Radio the Heart

conduit a resonant soul

this  symphony swoons

far beyond the controls

and were gonna rock

like shes here at home

again