Lord Knows. Vietnam. 8/24/13

And lord knows even heaven burns out.
And islands drown to good lies.

You don't need a permit to sip on sanctuary.

You can taste the clouds pre-cushion.
Plummeting betrayal's done job.

You can win and fight by worshiping the sun.
And you can make hot auto love-
Sunk slowly into the lake depth.

That Way. Vietnam. 8/24/13

It had always been that way
Our people soaked in pain
Creeping along that path
Never crossing that river
Never hugging the bush
It has mostly been that
both then and now and tomorrow
Our teeth will become powder
Our fist burst into flow
What we do and don't are desires rule
And now just a puddle
Now just a cup of tea
An infant can drown by either
I love you shitty me -you the fuck of us all
I will remember our dirty lousy hell
with plant life and sweet insects and the lies between our ears
I will recall the flicker riding from flame to flame flicker
Passing in and it
pure up and up and gravity trickle low
In the time of twisted bones and goitered flesh
Smiles so large
they make you cry in private places
Fashions metal steel iron
geometric down runways flanked
Livers, kidneys, intestines
How do you mend a severed head
And what kind of jewel is appropriate
and how many pills does it take
And will the shades blank blank the shadows whole

Uncle. Vietnam. 8/24/13

The uncle of heaven
brought down
upon us
mould spun by sages.
Our hearts revealed it
ten lakes later.
Ever since the beginning of time.
Aunt.
Wands centrifugally curing the pour
with never knowing.

Invaders. Vietnam. 8/24/13

Invaders danced on the chieftain's
young skull.
Horses sneezed lazer beams.
The fortress was after all
just some really cool baskets
staggered up.

Your Heart. Vietnam. 8/20/13

Theres stuff to do with your heart.
Theres time to write in the sweat of your dark summer.
To peal my hands from your bruised thighs.
To mouth the horn's hollow buzz
Unhinged the door is hung to flail
Founding some new place.

A time when my hot breath coats
your strong neck.
My tongue carves your clavicle.
My cheek-bone learns quick to fill your sternum.
And we can rejoice all torn up,
mixed to shreds, worked over with fluids and fearlessness .

Let it began. Vietnam 8/20/13

Let it began final

I Let it
began.
The wish I would-
to be time on time.
Days.
I true trade a day for a day.

Months whip-lapped out of hiding
from dusk's dusty white sheets.

Years are the tear-less eyes of astronauts.
Seasons play their game on your chevron cheeks .
The bridge of your nose.
Your lips so full I could build a boat on them.

My throat chokes the years.
Such a fist-fight in my mouth.
The I am not a boat builder years.
The land-locked years.

Trust you are known
my decades.
To not be what my decades.

Storm Struck. Vietnam 8/20/13

All the storm-struck
stories fray
Snaggerty of Eventing's fold
Upward Where the Tall points hear

My internals crinkle shhh

Where the Pent-up star-light
listens
to wounds that swallow

And Your third man being:
how come? and why not?
and if what then?

We have no frown for potential

Loving and swushing-weaps ever
wishing-wippled way

You Are the Sun. Vietnam 8/20/13

You are the sun of every scene
a pulse setting on concept
skip bulging with abstraction
locked up to a stray meringue
And that's four-lane for love.