Lyrical gesture of a songbird
Doomed to be Kaleidoscopically Outspoken
Governing sweater unthreaded
Juice fills the orange again
Diced by pineapple tingles of artsy lines
Sort it all out in the rain   I am the co-creator
Listening to the anarchic alphabet
Blatantly alive going off the page a bit
Dogeared and sunny by the barking bayou
Keep up with my kaleidoscope
All the boys had their fun
Looking like pinball machines
Fractured ferociousness coursing electric
Down into that muddy pit
Laughing like the 90s

At the edges of the liquid mirror
Howl to me near the jagged emptiness
Of a gracious simple knotted storm
Desk without a Sunday
All those years accordion folded
Blinking on dark stairs
Piece of a chair
All the saints’ non-beliefs
Don’t echo curious
In the fictitious rose garden
Kaleidoscopic thorns
Before I can get a feel for the clear
Jumping to be touched
Dictionaries scatter like birds
Giving in to the great big March sky

Before the first real sunshine of spring
Who is more yellow than me
Keeping up with the rush of wind I hear outside
Looking into the darkness of the
Storm in the not-so-distant distance
A feeling of wanting to be that storm
Black and strolling ahead
Destructively beautiful
Gathering up the storm within
Darkness internalized
Keeping up with my own psychic rush
Like loneliness liberated
Green somewhere outside of this storm
Dancing in a more playful wind
On the edge of the utopia I thought I’d find
A feeling of returning home
Keeping up with the rush of that bliss
Like insects being pushed across a field
But the storm walks above me
Dark as it knows how to be
Green around the train I can hear
Keeping up with the rush of its destination

A scratch of laughter
Softened by the cloudy morning
Loads of gray roads
Glide along the curve of the watermelon
Feast by the evening wind
Strangers don’t have to follow
Like curious butterflies
Born in the backyard meadow
Giant moon madness somewhere
Like an old soul experience
Keep your shoes defiant

I’m still stunned by the butterfly
That appeared yellow   flew yellow   disappeared yellow
As I sit sturdy   remember what I remember
Not many sounds   except what I’m meant to hear
There are birds everywhere
Even in the shunned corners
Of this planet

Shopkeep over the riverbed
I dial for you
How hard the heavens   Telling
Jumping crickets scatter anonymous
Near the zoomed-in wall
Healer hyper kaleidoscope monstrous
Lilac detail
Enamored springtime lovely
Broken antiques
Jostled about unfavorably
Like a ruptured banshee   All unaccidental
Former fields justified by big balloons
Gliding not galloping kaleidoscopic horses
Loosen like spiritual ribbons
Dancing with the summer girl in me

(Ending 1)

See my heart escape
Like a
Freed bird

(Ending 2)

See my heart escape
Like a
Freed organ