hardcover

Soft, chewy center
(But not creamy, I hate that word)
And if you push hard enough
It cracks, the insides squish.

This is the place of entrapment, the surroundings. Now you know.

Here, nothing is shared
Between the shell and the filling
Nothing ever felt nor communicated;
They cannot operate in sync.

These problems are deeper than you foresaw.

A glance at the glamour of the outside space
And the surface begins the struggle:
Reaching to touch, finding expansion necessary
But now disconnection prohibits any push - it is stuck.

It's tough, you can tell, but something's missing. It can't be done this way.

Losing air, losing patience
The stuffing wants it so badly
Pressing desperately,
And the only place to go is out.

You're observing a battle for expression, attention. Sooner or later, something must give.

Gushing through comes the softness
Free, for all the world to see
At the unfortunate expense of a distant, encasing partner.
And the judgment comes from the others: vulnerable, sticky, fluffy - unworthy nonsense, all.

But you have seen its surging victory of escape.
The strong are not spread, but condensed. And oblivion is not to be tolerated.

hallway

I've been out-of-town with family this weekend - here are my make-ups:


























infinite doors and windows
and somewhere the gleam of light

cheek

aunt

diagonal relation,
straightforward veneration

viola

curves that cradle
sound of hollow
startling reverberation sweeping through
an enraptured man must
scale the twists and
turns to ride the surging
waves finally a hand bent but
unable to grasp the growing bulge of
delicate life fits
snugly held up from
underneath the strings the linear is
broken into round
beautiful curves that cradle

verse

Encapsulates expression in the art
Of poetry, the old stuff, where it counts

That your words have a certain rhythm
Respected
That you've mastered the language
Enough

To play with structure and still give it weight,
With meaning flowing freely in each line
To shape a message found within the beat,
And sentences appear: a different form.

But breakout-
easier like this? pushing
harder wanting
differently saying
more
this way?
blow-by-blow
hurling words

Instead of fitting them so perfectly.
If one way's better, then I know it not.

pastor

don't tempt me . . .

well,
i've known a few.
wonderful people, all
would be disappointed in me now.

+ Alabama landscaping services

hell

show

keyboard

height

gauge

God
another imposition/measurement/feeding my left brain
Undulating objective/subjectively (sitting quietly for interpretation)
gazing
Ever so hopefully

flesh

what nature puts on the outside
but we hide away
--------------------> in disgrace?
--------------------> but who are we to say?
needs to breathe
needs to be touched
sensitive
just like the rest of me

catching up

Some of June's words that I missed but want to explore:
flesh
gauge
height
keyboard
show
hell

mailman

Flag up
Oh, it's been a while since I could walk barefoot down the driveway
retrieval without a key
Invisible, but not silent
Open air
Stop-and-go
Utility bills + magazines
appear:
Government work.

Now letters fly
Freely
With no life to guide their path, no hard form to
give them substance
Only what the words speak
inside a virtual box
With no middle man
to deliver