Not The Rockefellers

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.

to know each breath that creates such covetous bliss  that’s my joy, my private treasure

they say  animals  hear it first the low,  throaty  exhale of danger tsunamis, hurricanes and the devil  you better know under your bed

the day unfolded blindly with no arms and a thick stack of maps

lust  is a kiss in a sandstorm a satin pillow  stuffed with bees

i can’t catch up with the breakneck blur of the birds in the backwoods

i tried but  got distracted  trippin’ over mind wires fantastic

beyond our homes and our kith & our kin beyond ourselves and our teeth & our skin beyond our eyes and our hearts & our hands mountains rise beyond our words & our plans mountains beyond mountains

raindrops on your corduroys sliding through the fog one good bump unsticks the landing before another one's gone too far

i love to run live on tour let our vino vent our oil lovers in out vet our loins to liven our revolution or to unveil iron volute

my backyard an understory wayward & wild green  hammock heaven

you will always find fools gold buried at the sad endings of rust covered rainbows

ninety minute amens from earth to heaven  in seven days flat

the moon scrapes the singe off your back in silk degrees

full moon crazy you call me i don’t disagree that sly old devil just coaxes out the weirdest wild animal inside of me

i am drowing in a glass i call half empty a happy hour tragedy

heels caught in the mind’s outskirts  tripping landmines & old flames torches and blades

flicking a lighter listening to you natter on & on like a top 40 song

in that frame of time in that moment  when air meets everything left unsaid in that small punctuation of surrendering light  this is where I have chosen to remember you

what am I? a curled fist of dandelions  waiting for a jelly glass  a clumsy giggle tumbling chockablock with poppycock