i used to live where children would run free

they would dance to the trees music and 

laugh as big as the world. 

you would see flowers taller than thee, 

grass here never got mowed. 

and the stars, at night, would glow

 an amethyst purple. rocks stacked 

while the river flows. 

  everything going so fast 

driving by while 

we 

chase the moon

with a sky full of our

love 

and a full cherry moon

slow down 

    for one minute 

sorry i couldn’t tell 

which way 

we were going 

because the road 

began to melt 

it began to dance 

we became one 

 sorry i couldn’t tell 

which way 

we were going 

because the road 

had no lines only

shadows kissing 

in the moonlight 

peculiar minds
      ring in the silence
the dogs ear, the hogs
set up for breakfast 
    a line of strange 
    men outside the front
door only 
to lick the women
  whom confess to 
making love to
other men 

the table is set for 
dinner 
   the mice are away for
feeding
if anything comes of this 
mess, this disastrous mess
   you can let the farmer
hay the fields, you 
can suck the strange
right out of me, but
you can't hold 
   my soul anymore 

placid words (thoughts disintegrate)
  on the kitchen floor
as her body, on the floor 
               spread thin
nothing to hide the noise
nothing to take the fear
shadows dancing, caught 
her eye
outside temperatures
    fry her golden brain
like the eggs she ate 
for Friday's breakfast   
     as i sit, silently, 
patiently
   outside-
all that    fills the air
  is his guitar and the graceful 
           sound of the river
water making way downstream
full of August sunsets 
and dead dreams