Beyond the Bonds

Within this mass of muscle
boundless leaps in endless space
Past this blood bathed breath
effortless being in endless space
Behind this corneal, optical illusion
Luminous clarity sparkling in endless space
Held in this skin of flesh stretched bone
Ephemeral lucid weightlessness in endless space
Apart from this ingestive, digestive, excretive, imperative
Needlessness in that endless space
Beyond this body tied with muscle, filled with
blood, framed in bone under skin stretched tight
Beyond this body needing, needing, needing
air, food, water, anchored in gravitas gravity
marching alone from inception to destruction
Within some hidden crevice
a glistened glimmer holds
until
darkness conflagrates, dissolves, to
burst, bounding,
leaping, limitless,
ephemeral, effortless,
lucid, luminous,
clear, clarified,
oneness
slipped from confinement
beyond the bonds
released into ever
exquisite, infinite
endless space

Loon Lune

loon screaming in new
hampshire
echoes in the gulf

Luning on a Lazy Sunday Afternoon

And then he touched me
there and the
world fell away fast

Seven Little Lunes

I think that I shall
never write
a lune flying right

A lune that dips its
wings for all
to see sparklingly

A lune that calls
in lunish sway
come follow today

Come follow from the
coastal sea
rising up with me

Buoyed on soft warm air
soaring high
beyond cloud touched sky

Beyond the clouds that
block the oil
spilling sandy soil

Come fly in lunish
Paradise
Shrieking hold off ice

Pillow On My Face

Arms held high above my head
My daddy played with me in his bed
Tickle games a pillow held tightly on my face
In our private special Sunday space
I did not like the tickle games
I did not like the pillow on my face
But I loved him and I would race
To our private special Sunday space

Too Tight Words

There's only so much space in this head
To store the words that toss and tumble
Each image creating but another imagic jumble
Until like The Sorcerer's Apprentice
The words spill and spill to flood
Boiling over from the blood
Until reason threatens to leave for dead
Smothered by the ceaseless words in this head

In a Corner

In a corner of your mind
Plays a tape on and on rewind
Of a thing that you did do
And wish that you yourself never knew

The Itch

The look
The glance
The chance
To scratch the itch
Tis quite the bitch
This marriage vow
That forbids
Any ever future unfamiliar WOW

That locks as chastely
As a belt tight lock
Behavior that would hurt
And shock

So gather up all wanton wild
Tie back your hair
Keep speech measured mild
And if frustration then is piled
This is but the price prepaid
In a time of impulsive leap
Marriage undefiled to keep

Like a child with a fresh mosquito bite
Forego the delicious scratch delight
The scratch that would seem to untie free
But instead trap and leave a scar to be

Don't look
Don't touch
Don't even think

If this seems impossible
Then for you an itchy one
Marriage will but surely stink

In The Ring..

Encircled finger on left hand
Stills the wandering lust as
Runs the sand
Of time forever promised
There at a time when one did not care
Did not care for vows made
In windblown haste
When years rolled endless
Thoughtless of waste
That lied ahead around the bend
Of blank spots unspoken
Of months dissolved to years
When excited talk tumbled
Seamlessly to passion bed
Would become a season
Sere unspoken dead
And camaraderie attachment
Closeness and familial embrace
Would stand in stead in passion's place
In the ring
Stilled screams melt into sigh
For remembered times gone by
As in the ring one lives the lie
Curls comfortably and waits to die

Dark, Tight, Warm and Wet

It was dark and tight
and warm and wet
and through it all
no end seen yet
although the eye
seemed quite blind
where are you now
in that there mind
A plumbers snake
one with a lighted
end
through the clogged
drain did wax and wend