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“And I-n our quIet hour

I feel I see everything,

and am in love with the hook

upon which everyone hangs.”

…Joanna Newsom


Another upside to the perfection of circumstance:

the reason giveth to live.


I’ve got little but your loose map

made of literature.

and the moon in my belly –                               a sense of deity touching the palm of my hand

hope the repository of my shoulder loop,

the connect between heart and mind where the self resides

and my little mouth counts. (zero to three and sixty

The Ankh! my life my body, my body a picture of my very sandal which traverses omni-verses. Vers – truth. Life. Verite. Union. (there is no difference)


having only peace of know I’m a piece

I’m a piece!

of all these webbing dancers! and a train rumbling by the window. Its blackness holding toxin but traveling swiftly on

and humanity not contained

in those dark depths.

but rails can only hold for as long as someone works them.


how times haven’t changed but my blessing calls for transformers to explode

in blue lights

witnessed by innocent drunkards passing

as explosive lightning – a frightning party in the night!


the slowness of the restaurant

(its empty checkerboard floor becoming the board of a game people can’t afford to play at the no/ew.)


bringing time and crossing fingers.

i take it like a meaning

i take it like a sign.

i taste it like freedom

n hope

4 the coldness of winter

, draws people fondly to the arms of their loved ones.

huddling 4 warmth.       Bodies bearded around a fire made from what used to be waste.

Where’s the acceptance of beauty in that image? Making life-sustaining warmth from the waste of what had existed prior.


We are baking bread tonight.


from scratch.

and i want

to slice it at a table for twenty         (the flames of a trash-fire make a good table)

as its still warm.

spreading butter on it softly,

to meld and finish its imperfections

and pass each hunk off in a circle

reaching the last in a row

and containing the blessings of all the angels who’ve brought their fingers to its outsides.

say, You deserve this Bread.


when will we remember

like a large game of parachute

to be one another’s angels?

lifting up the sky

for I to run underneath it,


in childlike glee,

and taking our place on some other side,


to lift the sky again

4 R family.

[one another/brothers n sisters/mother and father/combined One soul]



ah, fabric



the impossible intricacy of mother spider’s web

and its invisible strength.


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