Vales

In that quiet hour

Sat in a place founded

On innocent foundations

An easy mind to scour

Thoughts gallop unbounded

Through vales of gentle undulations

At one with the eternal flower

All flights of fancy eventually grounded

Rounded to more sensitive premonitions

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The Breakout

I want to empty all the boxes

Paste everything on the wall

I want to run barefoot with the foxes

Write made-up stories ten feet tall

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Slit

The small square window

Lets in

A brilliant white light

As though one

Had opened

A door onto the sun

The thin rectangular

Window beneath

Is dark grey, almost black

As if one had looked into

The bottomless cavern

Of ones childhood

The cactus on the cill

Tells us

That there is still life

That it is fed

In the times

Of both dark and light

As if we were in need

Of both extremes, and

The continuum between

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Elide

Minus eight degrees

Sky clearer

Than the blue nothingness of infinite bliss

Alongside, a thin strip of finite horizon

The brightest, most brilliant white light, as though

An illicit affair would be any less exiting

Quiet highways

Open their floors before me

Fringed with snow and frost

The worlds trees form the shape of weeping willows

Their untarnished beauty as innocent

As the first fantastic secretive date

In the roadside diner

Hash browns, eggs over easy

Pancakes with maple syrup, before the open roads

Endless travels: sublime distant peaks for guidance

Suggestions of the calmness that came after

The rampant excitement of our first consummation

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Friday Nights

At the top of the house

Above the poetics of space

At a high level with the

Self consciousness

Several floors down to the

Cellars of the unconscious

One attraction, back-along (There were several)

Anyway

Those times between

The window and the wardrobe

When we shared an apparent

Belief in things other than

The rational explanations

Mystifications, swung-along (They where ephemeral)

Our craved fascinations

Which carried the gravitas

Of irrational thought, yet

Required a leap of faith

& called upon desire

To drown her taboos

Simplification, strung-along (I recall the existential & seminal)

Close your eyes

Hold my hand

Think deeply

Go on

Say it

I know exactly what you are thinking

Without complication, down-along (We transferred the memorable)

You

Pick up the telephone

Before the ring tone rings

I

Sing out loud about the joy

Of interstellar communication

Thankful resuscitation, sing-along (We bathed in the questionable)

Warm oils massaged into skin

Listen to - The Amazing Eyes of Rita

Again alone

Though never now alone

Smiles hold, as I turn the final pages

I thank Rollo May for his inspirational book

Man’s Search for Himself (I crave for the suggestion-able)

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Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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