7 october

for the adventure or at least the pictures
blur in a memory of low light and filters
lean in to synthesis of remission and
grandstands and vast lands of light
brignt enough to sing through
far ahead of forgetting
the swag we drag, the goods we bag
brand the name and catch as they come

6 october

the league of unprecedented development
extraordinary gentlemen et al
wearing turbans and sponsoring turbines
the alternative energy of facts
collapsing knowledge on its heels
revealing the ingrdients for reality
hypertrue and underused
these are all the steps we take
one and two and thanks --

5 october

barely enough space to chase but we race
up the hill and far away to clouds
no judgement but the bus meant for two
makes no more stops until we top the ridge
the viewfinder bridging gaps between the slides
slipping sideways through the waterfalls
cat calls and neverminds set aside
call instead to focus red hearts and easy eyes
surprise on respect to defeat the rest
besting all the others and wondering into joy

4 october

before and after because the space
as if prepositions were insufficient to express
under and over and through it all
the waiting unknowing and stretching to fill
empty the pockets to fill with hands
so many jellybeans, toothywide smile
sugar in a telescope -- sing a song of bees
when the ribbon catches air
we'll bow and tie the bow

3 october

higher than the abstract
before the words can counteract
the feeling reeling before the stage is set
well met and found before lost
caught before tossed and held up close
the most beautiful view is true enough
no bluffs to stumble over no warning signs
the design of the times and the land beyond
we're gone on to the next --

2 october

because i don't know better i destroy
the sweater that was sweeter in the morning
dawning brighter but the clouds come again
out of nowhere and by special invitation
there is something of a magnet in the clear
as if blue skies can't be open for too long
and if no storm comes i make one of my own
rubbing together rocks and words
sticks and stumbles sparking darkness
apologies on some other breeze
already drifting near

1 october

there is always something to be done
and yet unstrung we hum along
merrily the breeze and also the bees
a chorus of florists murmuring backstage
raging like the roof and raising a bull
full of more suggestions than sticks to dhake
take the cake and slice it up
see you at the fair ladies
take the key and turn it right
come to my house and close the night
all well maybes