a railroad thick with weeds
passing poverty
there are crystals
covering the landscape
this March morning
enjoying the company
of poetry
in these early hours
before work
sipping tea
walking is an endless poem
morning again
alarms calling
my wife to wake
slow is a skeleton key
I am in love
with the cold wind
and dark early walks
a poem a day
is a breath set free
as easy as oatmeal
with butter and honey
foolishly wasting
their secrets
to generate
my name
bright and early
digging through
a forest of thoughts
simmering beans
warm nutricious
prose
the sun is gone
this hour
in my electric light
I am a rich man seeking wealth
let me sit a silent day instead
to notice only
my insomnia is deep
I forget reality as soon as I see it
I was attacked by fear demons last night
they were singing death
racing my heart
and sweating my bed
I crawled in
their gullets
easing peace
broken open
wet yolk spreading yellow
openings and dry soil
like mulch fungus
whole forest fungus
feeding a million trees
I dream of circles
of soil
of discipline
growing wisdom
the murder of lies
and addictions
of secrets in this
daily work
of compost that
rich change
of awakeness
late and early
of dissatisfied lovers alone
I am not here
my ignorance
grows these
structures and
masses
a large emptiness
to share in rooms
in soil
wandering through
my vessels
entering toes and crown
growing lesions and tumors
to mark the dead ends
steering me through
dark forests
waiting for you
and your whispers
mysterious again
this morning
the dark pail
of riddles
to shake and rattle
it travels down
empty streets
and silent thoughts
a million poets
eager to share
its light
the long thread
of my sweater
twisting amongst
itself
fooling heat
to stick around
I live in rich hummus
a million beings
covering me
with whispers
I misinterpret
discipline and eagerness
two legs
treading lightly
