Come over here.
The vineyard of dreams
The slow rolls and baubles belittle,
Husbands and wives mingle in the abandon.
Tonight we will mine the soil and leaves.
Pressed in, pressed in.
If the stone breaks
if the rough pebbles are broken,
a lattice is stolen in smiles and vows.
We will spit and smoke,
and dance upon you.
The farm, tarnished in tar.
Visiting in paint.
Striped lines and lights.
A wooded ring, stretched
through, covered in lacquer.
The ridges of fingers
stain when the palm meets plank.
Yesterday’s memories fall,
get lost in the dead yellow sheen
When palm meets plank,
care of stumble, each
dream supports like
a though bubble
ridden to its natural conclusion.
Why cut the fingers,
when death will not do.
I don’t remember my last
or likely the first.
The real are past numbers,
Past clouds that all begin to look the same.
I see faces in the floor,
look to mine for answers.
jangle in pocket.
Jnagle dangle loose.
Keys open doors
The way home keys,
list in the oceans a ship in the snow
placed. Under sighs and collapses.
Portable brass, the black earth is covered.
Underfoot, a nethe.
When hands are pressed together, the feeling fails,
as if you yourself are not really
there not touching, a dream of existence.
I wander in the wonder,
imagine what snow meant in melt and drift.
I have no new news,
the ant still paces along the cracked paint of the window sill,
Seven nights watched and baited,
sugar crumbs and cubes.
The white white white.
With a breathe it could fall
carried away by exhale:
The sugar and the ant
carried away from the sight of exhale.
Not sure how allegiances lie.
How I’ve missed you.
Again I have missed.
My brother wife.
The leaves fallen from my hand,
no answers in the station.
Again this is from the hand.
Pond water is the bath,
Lily pad scent obscured.
Coming home was never easy.
A simple return in the steps,
a dance with no end.
Shuffle in place if you’d like.
I am not bound by your points.
So much to be unsaid,
withdrawn from the throat.
Kept among the puzzle of lights,
so wrecked into trees unseen, unanswered.
Opposite the envy. No bringer of a jury.
I yell “Fire!” in the room.
This is for all of us to die.
to remain certain in our beliefs.
So constrained, almost an explosion.
Thirst the moment before the boom.
The stillness of the second that passes.
I want to be left here before it ______.
To be left during the falling of fruit.
I collapse, I collapse.
I don’t believe you to be.
Each name eroded,
count down from the hand.
Hold your thumb to the last.