halcyon days

i :: through to the other side

 

I’m loose & washy,

a watercolor of pink arcs.

I dreamed we were tiny like 

One 

micron of jazz floating 

 

through the bell of a sax,

steep crags of Sleep.

a black canyon I longed for

but I'm always burning

 

blazing through Sleep-Time 

like some prickly electric Nova,

too hot to be engulfed in 

a vacuum of Blissful Ultramarine 

sublime::

two golden garments shimmered in the hall

and in the gleam of hanging lamps grew bright

music in blue glass

jazz in glass walking 

in a halcyon tunnel you’re 1 piece of smoke.

dream about an Egg. Do it now. 

ii:: dream places highway 1

 

Omnicloud 

soft edge of everything.

i am open

your thoughts are pleasant-shaped & drifting

through me like confetti

such a moveable party we are.

party of 2

Rococo Fantasy

the duration of Holst’s Venus.

a great artist creates a more truthful form of beauty

a great artist finds no substantive pleasure in the baroque.

Mellow Zephyr

clarity of you clears

the air :: prismlike

lets your colors kiss

my mind slow & wet

Delta Seven

space of Blissful Mystery.

here our bodies cut fog.

our bodies make light from blackness.

breathe, together.

feel it (transparent hours)

clara cradles her dreams

like a blacksmith cradles his fire

holds out her milky hand, 

spidery fingers branching 

wanly toward the orbs that surround her.

they bathe in a deep amber light.

she is particular about the quality of her light.

she and her particular light are the only constant. 

wordlessly she defines

electronic energy bands;

choosing photons to propagate 

through the structure of her mind, 

or to pass by untouched.

high and low tones separate 

s       l  o     w   l           y 

so slowly bursting 

into small rainbows 

& distinct phenomena.

 

you.

you were always beautiful. you were never not 

beautiful. radiant with a pure clarity

of intention, the knowledge 

of how to love

with a touch that loved love

the way love loved

to be loved.

 

love is too often a Brancusi, used 

but in your hands.

with you.

love chilled out and glittered.

the mythical kingfisher,

immaculate. 

we walk through the door 

and the atmosphere of Mel’s rearranges itself, 

a shrine to your aura.

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