daywake worth

awake song morning
blink blink shine up comfort eyes
forward over through

the restless winter bear

if hibernation
were not a dream but struggle
it would know my name

as father window raged with grief, the world was bathed in brilliant dust and slivers

clinging to the glass
string river shimmering wrath
tore magnificence

the sand-handed carpenter

search the shape of it
rub those rough-grained worries out
hold it to your skin

red dress wearer

step burgundy step
step walker step moving step
step grin step woman

snowball construction morning

frosty fistfuls of
softly shimmering petals
numb the pale fingers

wakefan strut

weight dime rolling plate
tunnel shake fancy glancer
pulse slide wherever

gateway of the keystone titan

heavy holder, hold
a boulder high above your
head and shoulder sky

skyweight driftboots

flood pools spilling their
cacophony of reason
lead the stranger's way

the electrical products division

adhesive wheel roll
really wasn't waiting there
waiting ready for

numbers in the jungle

apathetic math snipers
pay no mind to pleading words
hunting for mistakes

captain pocketwatch's metaphysical adventure hour

switch movement chime box
release light fold everplay
fox fur time cape glitch

mosquito everforest floor

follow pocket hunt
breath and sweat escaping life
hanging linger air

children's children of the desert

the see-through mountain
nestled near a parchment sun
wishes grandson well

stone drifting shores

strike the pale blue moon
with that arm of fire white
from the side with light

the sounds spun around him, hanging from his fingers

tape stop recrop pop
tempo hop and body drop
microphone elbow

object of the limelight thought

luminary glance
hold fast treasure spoken time
calling shimmer chance

acrobat evening

dandelion fliers
as singing coins they spin there
mindful to alight

of three to be wary

the gray woods hunter
the old lake man and his wasp
the black, spine-tailed wolves

empire hill's glass palace

oblong atrium
life hung from sun-touched trusses
high above warm stone

the featherlight companion

pearl fell from the sky
an ivory drop of rain
returned gently home

pointless as a scream amongst screamers

hardly a message
twisting through the spinners' hands
find me out here, speak

rhinocerous flight

stout horned avion
lumber buzz bolt leather son
cradled by your sky

walls mean nothing to this woman

honey golden glaze
drips beneath the parapet
coating stone and earth

perspiration glidewire

tied by hot spring skies
glowbright fish, they slip and move
dance me light wind blow


(inspired by botchs)

the builder's hammer

labor long blossom
beating relentless down blow
frame bloom tap tack birth

anticipation morning

sharp sounded hollow
a single marbled footstep
our faceless herald

tiatain

head placed in a stream
trickle song play by blood flow
calm expanse clear day

skywash

I looked to the clouds
as a million water drops
chanced to find my face

the inevitability of smoke

shades of vapor white
cannot help but drift about
into our corners

from windows, from trees

waiting bird be kind
hold out, wholly form the words,
sing them as she wakes

a simple thing in an unlikely place

"it's a red ribbon!"
the little girl said with pride
pulling it from stones

a home that could not hold its children

how can you dwell there,
fire fish, within the brine.
fathoms you have blazed

as if every star in the sky died at once, leaving us a map to the heart of it all

they vanished they left
in desperation they called
a name, they named it

for a moment, amidst the stars and swell, all seemed lost

seafaring blindfold
release the blood-eyed walrus
his course leads us home

puppeteer's dream

armature lifted.
what strings did pull newborn winds.
fingertips. dawn's break...

a universe of bubble people

gazing out with wonder
life in a pocket of air
one day promise called

box of treasures

despite resistance
the litany had its return
and that place was lost

becoming instrument

farmer yard sunburn
tear the red earth and relish
hands heavy as stone

good intentions by surprize

flipping threes for free
pith against the industry
run down that old bone

happy punch

flock to the last light
should that face appear again
bludgeon it with love

Fingers and Toes

curtail your coattails
pomptastic bombast chorus
all the anchors in

I heard an animal howl at night and wrote about something else

bubble plum plip drop
sunlight flora face forgot
welcome oh we know