The fires in her bones weep

Places exist just when we need them. From a land with lace shaped rhinoceros clouds breeze underneath pungent icicles grown from warm earth. Verses of comfort attack stabbing generous intelligence. Au revoir eucalyptus sweat. The fires in her bones weep. She's just there. Watching her breathing, a kind of freedom dancing with the opposite. Not from without, she exalts into the abyss not remembering the power of forgetting. -- 11 April 2011 29 January 2010

never more alive or alone

never more alive or alone

where ever you have been
long since gone
gone way back
when far far singing
no good thing ever dies
take it with me when i go.

never more alive or alone
i wear the faces of grass
when the night stains
bones and hands smile.

what you love is yours
eight walls
in a yellow home
a mantle remains
in a house on a street
blood roses flame each summer
take it with me when i go.

---9 january 2010
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