swan girl dreams

creeping round these parts

this side of the shadow

all fluttering with broken hearts

apes with imprints in their mind

all my mental disturbances

all non cognitive in pale expressions

every word of whimsy comes undressed

ironic boy no sex limitless and less to express

lurking every year lacking

find myself backtracking

owner of a broken time

wishing upon stars for some backing

around the backdoor shed

the broken odds and ends

that lie in infinite pools of cess

creeping lurking walking just ajar

we all are waiting for desire

the cruel raindrops that put

out fires of desire;all expecting things

layed about on broken wings

with broken minds

brazen limbs and limped necks

the true thorny sting of quiet bumblebees

buzzing at dawn to comprehend

a story from the start an new opening

into new lines that express new guises

expressing whom and who the man despises

we are all refrigerator meat glistening

waiting, listening to understand

every broken vase is stealing out

sealing its soul out the back door

apparition gazing my abyssmal

recollection with laurel wreaths

all in superstition the lolly priests

that dont stick to scripture

and reef off as if it was written

to justify recent events happening

as holy willie but true men like burns

could see through the hung writhing

necks of the congregation for shadows

losing something in the fog

through dream dew love is no

useless residue but a lucid fuel

what were in your dreams today?

in mine i saw her ,once again

growing older yet still as graceful

as a swan,i could look back

but my roots are stuck growing inconstant

her silky lullaby of sleepless death

and wishing well intellegence

morning oaks are blown desolate

in sunshine prospects;in foreign countries

longs to be

in a nursery

i never left one

i had enough heff and pep

to leave no woman breathless

but shadows long

for rivers to cling unto

hoping our stepping stones

are sent skipping

into the new dawn

an ending

i brought up

in respects to me

but how far words leap

and the size of the sting

and the dread and longing

they install leaves alot

to be thought upon

remaining electronically

how far does your wind blow

how fast your step

how much will the wind sweep

you off into a tearful memory

resuming past summer evenings

sadness

how much knowledge do you wish to know

and most of all which direction will your heart go?