Juxtaposed

choked by its dust, choked by its age,
beating and tightening. taken care of?
whispering words that fuel the day
red brick, soaked limbs, bodegas, and buildings
wading through calm pools on the sidewalks
climbing curbs and walking the tight rope
mindful of the grass being kissed with the abundance of water
the water washes away old stale thoughts and cleanses the walkways of new beginnings!


slamming doors sealing the energy
frostbite warms these cold hearts
my throat is closing, helplessness, emptiness, but lucid
straddling each pond like an archway to a stone castle...
the plunge?
we bathe...we breathe...we speak...we hold,
onto the lamp to escape the sublime,
who wished it away?
A word with them, that's right a word with them! bring back dawn
screw darkness that occupies and enters a space of reason...
ratchet the margins, bring us closer to fond memories
the bugs bite, some don't make it, i hear them zapping themselves in that bright fixture

we march on, they dwindle
we fade, they march (vicious cycle)?
the skin peels off these bones like the wig of a bald woman
flying and cutting off ties..how could we need you...violent rage, violent days, fitful rage!
the ice looks like an aerial of continental drift...jagged edges that fill the ice-climber's days
moon rays that wake up pungent sage!
the seers saw, and my mouth dropped with a sedated gaze of awe!
stay in this cave and learn why don't you
your mind is disturbed when you let yourself out of there
stay and breathe...its spice needs to heighten to liven the breadth
it expands like bonding agents in cracks
tired yet of watching fate repel future?
the opthamologist and the sniper, who holds more value?
roof-top views and silent pews
its the stammering, side stepping, and discovering that will keep this contemplative one,
on the prowl for this aged and torn comprehensive scroll.........