in no sense
I left my weighed word home and ran to Seoul sporting a wastrel’s unsupported waist before the crash.
A train, cobalt blue discovers you, unmasks this vast past
This must last.
I found your dream inside your green-eyed gleam.
Your I withstood, all whys do good.
The dew appraises us.
You are my lantern.
This voice, this once so boisterous closed down voice.
The repeating onliness wills holiness.
There were mountains beside us. Scoff the night.
We are interminable.
Light dares not abate.
We are winds swelling; lovelorn.
Winged whiteness befriends us in the mist, through the wettening clouds.
Strength happens from your touch.
I am suspended (error)
The beginning of matter is your mood
Kissing through your lips (back inside)
This wanderer unwounds:
How did we do such a Psalm?
Thunder to live by your heart.
Presence like noon.
Every all you’ll recall
breeds a timelessness in us
in known sense.
White nights regained over the heavenly seas
G-d bends limitless meaning
There are two types of poetry:
Questing or discovering. Seeking is meandering , it’s the stuff of pop songs. Uncovering employs wisdom.
Out of Touch, Out of Reach
The wind blew by
A big blue, too
Clear and dear and near.
You there, my little psalstrist
What you bear; all is comportment
Bring me to you
Let something blow us together
May it be the wīnd of your heart
Maybe harp strings play it pianissimo
Pluck both my cheeks towards you
I saw you in the circle dance
Heightening your cherkessia
Over and over and over again
All I noticed were the strings of your strong calves
And I met love’s first lance
I knew it in you, intuit the white shines of eyes aglance
I reddened shy, ice rent tears
I will live this love
I swallowed breath.
All this just to dance with you
The world wants it
My father promised it
God says so
I love the noiselessness of no
Now I know
In the drizzle, in the rain
Know aye now
ai ai ai ai ai
oy oy oy oy oy
(Repeat x 2)