Beaming Blossom

Gumballs fall out of a gumball machine
Astrology fucking mysticism
Join me in the emptying parking lot
Vines that split and split and split and split
The way love can split and split and split and split
Sycamores want to be blue in this poem
Apolo Anton Ohno and polka-dots
Various calendars capturing American nature scenes
Sometimes the freeway gets sketchy
Horse on a thrift store glass
Just last Saturday the breeze felt effortless
Before I asked you if you would be mine

Cool Air Fills the Room

A cop on TV tells us
If we see people dumping mattresses
We should report them

Jasmine grows up the trellis
In front of the window
Small glories small satisfactions

They say the next few days
Are going to be beautiful
We choose to believe them

We want to keep the subject
In a constant state of changing
Should we ask for blue plums

Mall after mall filled with people
Looking for gifts
Revelation can be a kind of gift

Will you walk with me
As I walk a horse
Through a field just before snowfall

800 Coupons

Freefalling leaves
Balloons flying over the county line
Lonely beautiful blue 
Galloping horse
Breakfast in a small warm kitchen
Keeper of athletic paraphernalia
The moon felt like Sagittarius
Down Destiny Road
Keeper of all the words
I only meant to say to you

National Bread Day

Blue birdsong from a tree
Today will be more intensely beautiful
A woman sits at a diner booth alone
Without acceptance or denial on her face
Attached to her emptiness
A Zen water garden   the magic of pink petals
Touching the natural-colored surface
Of the water   delicate rain   I ask myself
What am I leaving out?   The last time I saw you
You were a mountain turning into a horse
Turning into smoke turning into
Desire

Natural Water Elements

Just turned onto a road lined with orange-leaved trees
I can smell what’s left of the rain in the bright morning sunlight
Roofs still wet and gleaming
Great rush of blue wind that sounds like a wave
River not far from an old neighborhood
Justified jagged trail
Bottle filled with rainwater
Somewhere else a horse runs through sunny rain
Bolder and bolder and bolder
Look at me so I can see
Bits of ocean in your eyes

Let’s Let Random Guide Us

Voluptuous winter walking this way
A piece of a broken leaf
Songs that only sound good when
A dog stands outside the door during a warm drizzle
Blue June blue June blue June
Voluptuous whisper wilding whipping
Doom is the name of the horse that follows
Forest anarchy
Voluptuous weirdness working the wind
Green river and moon
Your neck kissed between songs
The dog knows the door will be opened for her
Apprehend me with an affectionate phrase on your tongue
Your love makes the night buzz

Tunnel & Rainbow

Open yourself to what darkness might bring

Prisons fizzle out Little glass birds in a blue window

My dog leads your horse to providence Don’t let shyness

Get between our mouths Lie to me so bad it makes me laugh

Night we get tangled up in Get majestic in my embrace

Writing in the Middle of the Night

If I told you that you were the decadent blue horse
Of my dreams would you believe me?

WD-40

Garage I pass by on my walk Alien souls grow blue meadows
Summer keeps coming back to me Sky memories
Slip the petals under my pillow Absent of melancholy
Horse forages in the super-thick garden June weeds
Now part of the universe Kaleidoscope kitchen
Somewhere your mouth went

Approach me divinely like an owl Blue streaks in your feathers
When the horse breaks free at the end of the road Don’t stop
Loving the sound of wind through a blooming tree
Bless my body with the lust of your tongue