A Brisk Morning
Morning cool
The full Moon sets
Sunrise wind sweet breeze soft
Against red pink turning white
A window scene
Blossoming
Bright light beam becomes
Enhanced warmth consuming swift
The brisk air
Crispness grants memory
Mine a mere moment
Short breath returns
The simple mind of youth
Emotional peacefulness
Graceful the dawn's demeanor
The day bows and begins
To me
To the world
A performance this dawn gives
So desperate to play
Unsettled anxiety
No idle waste can be
Such to call the day
Sunrise risen
Resting gentle grace upon
The treetops set a flare
An opening act made way
To a day of the greatest affair
Shelved Skin
Reach up
Reach down
Grab the Earth
Grasp the Sky
Kiss the Fires
Embrace the Air
Look forward
Look back
Never look back again
Dream in
Dream out
Always dream often
Reality is Element
Elements are Body
Body is Mind's keeper
that expresses the Elements
Breath gasp lost less control
Release dark embraces low
Uninhibited
Think within
Think not
Feel no Body
No Element felt
No Reality to reach up or down
Numbness
Body numbness before
A smile of contentment
Bill Burroughs' Bagel
(In a dream tense)
He looks at the plate
Looks then at me.
"That's IT?!?"
the old man
asks,
"Where's the ol' eggz-n-bacon?"
"Bee happy so little
can you eat
today,"
I say.
Bites.
Cough, bite,
phlegmed grumble:
"No addiction worth kickin' for THIS!"
he mumbles.
La Romantique du mathématicien et Géométrie Ancien
2 dimensional parallel
blends 4th the eight inverted triangles
bent circular round 3rd angles
of deep partial outward insight
When alone the 3rd stickman drawn
steals the hypothesis from me
and the 1st inverted reflective awe
my eyes have not seen since childhood home
Hearing time’s lectures stolen
lies stolen homes horizontal
6th fourths of breath breathed empty
in eyes unfelt of the angles abilities
If then given that when before
walking on space parallel quadrant rhines
to 4th dimensional carousel spun lines
spindled cries of geometric ties left
7 lullabies of theoretical alibies
Goodbye to the lyrical right-angled soliloquies
spoken gently by minds akin
deep within mathematical spiritualties
the stickman has drawn
Angles left circumference cross-paralleled
contradictions to win
the heart of the Number’s sweet dreams
Pour le bord de temps vais-je errent maintenant
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