It's no Biggie. Just Waking up.

Mine are the dinosaur dreams
Flush with impending skies
I pour myself into the mattress
To pop and crackle through the night.
Finally scooped, soft and unpalatable
When tomorrow finally opens the spoon drawer
The crispness of horizontal musings
Is mush in my stomach.
I place myself against the earth
And push

It wasn't in the eddies of the hour 

Or in the chair that shook the floor

Or through the heart that carries my insides around

But in the intentions of the moment

That I first caught your smile

Without crushing its wings.

I find that money carries you

Amongst the stones and stars

Forever 

In every direction

On Confrontations of Magnitude

Brief are the bridges

Fording our between

We tip-toe in and out of realising

Like the trolls beneath

Have ears for hearts

And fear never really carries you outside the door

Tall are the mountains

I've seen your good side

Where the rain keeps you evergreen

But what lies beneath

Have you heard?

I'm not myself anymore

Long are the hours

Between each setting sun

To pay the paper payment brings

Someday the bank will let me go

I'll find you just behind your eyes

Like old times

And I'll tell you things I didn't know

Different like it was before

Oh for the unknown feet
Fresh, unshoed callous-free
Soft to see
The puttied earth asqueeze
Between a hand of toes

Would then walking be
Full with feels and grass-roots sights
And run so feather-light
As to fly one leg at a time?

Would the virgin thorn
Or unwashed bottle chip
Cut so deep I'd forget to clot
Softly naked
But not fleeing from
The Man who walks the evening.

Thoughts on an Assignment

They say that God is full of huge places

That he stitched up this universe with a breath

But still stands in hallways

Waiting for the last doors to creak closed

I opened the fridge, to see

If the light still comes on when I’m hungry

Or if that too is swallowed up

By a stomach too empty to feed

He’s no Zeus’s lightning, but still

He is loudest in my distances

Shaking my desk awake

When words threaten to wash me clean

Away

I still stand at the universe’s edge

Peaking within the cumulus

For any hall-ward door

Seeking my own stitching sigh

These subterranean dreams
Help me keep my feet on the ground
And the ground over head.

The Comedian

I hear Robin Williams

Lost the fight against himself

Yesterday

They say lime-lights

Tug on every crack and crevice

Till you’re terrified of laughter.

Lightning wit to brighten lives
A thunder clap in silence

Everybody knew Robin

Made-up for the camera.

Some kind of super hero

Who prowled his unlit streets

And beat up bad guys in the mirror.

Mine is fated
To question Fate itself
And tell the time
That I am no man's fool

Perichoresis

How to be still

And yet to move

Feet and hands and voice

Not lost but found

Entwined with Anothers

How to give

And yet receive

To breathe mountains

And fill valleys.

Is the way straight and wide?

Or do I dangle in orbit

Hopelessly outmatched

Before the luminous Son?

How to feel with phantom limbs

Cut off since that first forbidden fruit,

To press God-sized fingers in the clay,

Feel the music carry me away

Only to find that I’ve been away this whole time

And these are the arms of the Prodigal Father.

We're not orphaned, lost inside the rain
We just forgot to wander back again
Heavy eyes and heavy sighs
Home is where you hang goodbyes

I shall find you
My brightest diamond
And rescue me
From the clay

Adrift

Every
Single
Moment
The fulcrum of eternity.
I find
Myself
Unhinged

We drank our own little corner of the sky
Each man an island
A drift
A ponder sea

The winter leaf
Was the last
Who's held breath
Hoped beyond autumn.

I walled myself
Against the cold
Careful not to crush him
With my winter boots

Take me away butterfly
Struggling feebly against the gentle breeze
Ever victor more than I
Trapped beneath these fraying sleeves

We were giants when the world was small

Cold and sweet like an arrow

Justice in the meadow grass

Flowed beneath the eaves

We sheltered for the storm to pass

Beneath that one dead tree

Unhinging the wet, sharp jaws

Of hypothermic leprosy 

You spoke as if to calm the wind

To bid farewell it's furious life

The storm, the tree, and you hung still

Heaven's soft son, to die.

They say it's cold in Neverland
That stretch between stars
Where time forgets its watch.
I'm glad you invited me inside.