[dead man]

it's


where i traveled alone. sandy remote. skyfall engross
King castellan. Ace of spades my bicycle spoke
shoreline Sucralose. syrup saucy barbecue smoke
grassy knoll and honeycomb and strawberry grove
draw me a poem. speak in symbols. trigger neuroses
her liver cirrhoses. my escape was harbors and boats,
harbored emotions. peacefulness was salt in the breeze
reading novels talking to trees, thoughtful reprieve
devil grass and dandelions up to my knees
crossed legged barefoot smoking as i roll up my jeans
oasis - no. it's stasis. autonomic. a dream
paralyzing, pristine. promise me forever, it screams
promise me you'll stay with me. my yellows and greens
watercolor waterfalls collages the creek
Crayola crevasse. stones and rocks. oily and dry
grab a palmful of soil and let it slide
through my fingers earthen damp rejuvenation, alive
mudpool fertilize. croaking chirping blink kaleidoscope eyes.
this is sanctuary, sanctimony safety and soul
when envisioning home, i'm right here skipping a stone
resonation light refract across the surface and break
the symmetry when rippling effectual lake
20 minutes to ride here and a moment to sink
into everything and everywhere. a moment to think
is all we ever need, i find myself at a pass
stuck between regressing and maturing too fast
sunken marshland, leaves of grass, paperback spines
bending over backwards now to let me recline
i'd give anything and everything to let me rewind
sit once more beside the lake and stare at the sky
smoke and pray and recollect and wander and cry
head in my hands. stone and sand. this treasure of mine
stands beneath apartments boasting beautiful views
and it's true
but you can't replicate the feeling of youth.





deadman