Pigeon d'argile

 Clay pigeon
Flies out of the trap
into the sky
Between your favorite oaks

Trigger finger lurches
Did it hit, did it hit?
Missed?
 you can fling it again

Not like love
like practice because
When it shatters
The servant will get it

Hopefully your aim
Your stance and position
Will help you hit
That illusive target

Le pigeon d’argile
jaillit du lanceur
dans le ciel
entre tes chênes préférés

Le doigt sur la détente tressaille
Touché, touché ?
Raté ?
Tu peux en lancer un autre

Pas comme l’amour
plutôt comme un exercice parce que
quand il se brise
le serviteur ira le ramasser

Espérons que ta visée
ta posture et ta position
t’aideront à atteindre
cette cible insaisissable

When the peddler met Shai

Pushing the wagon up the hill
The labor, oh the burden
There I would sell everything I grew
The local wares people had entrusted
I spent the day on that mountain

No one came I drowned in estrangement
The day's raspy voice
Told me what I already knew
I kept my mind from it's obvious implications
Sun gave up before i did

I hadn't sold a thing
The reluctance
The afternoon mists were setting in
speaking to me of dreary drizzle
Telling me to cover my goods

The Old woman from the three story bazaar approached
Her name was Shai
She led me through her shops and deposits
Until we got to the entrance

There she taught me how life music and electricity steadied it all
Enlightenment
Confused I lay back on a sofa as she presented her case
She pointed to the power point where the current hummed
Then her finger rested between my eyes she drew a charge

The sofa buzzed and bounced
As if it too was connected to the load
I atuned my ears for what she might tell me
Her voice completely sincere
Yet the words crackled

It's all farads and henrys she joked
Reactance from deep within you
I watched the power cord melt right there on her beautiful carpet
The sparks shooting out and singing to a chorus I could hear

She gave me the bag of ginger and told me to harness it all
Liberation, hands tingle
A rapid sense of acceleration in my heart beat I walked on
The wagon, the materials, the spinal staircase all left behind
Shai waved I waved without seeing her in haunting conductance

The force moving between us for eons to come

Tyche

 I manifest

Dust collecting into form

I solidify before the world

Whirling and whirring into human

Tangible
foot steps are seconds
In the clear I am one
In the dark another

The wind drags my laughter

across the countryside

To ears that long for the truth

who know superstition only

I crawl across the pavement
Unseen through the day
unrecognizable
meddling with fate

Climbing yourself

 He built himself to climb a stairway
One floor to the next
Something rudimentary 
To something sophisticated

The slow moving and erring first floorers
watch them struggle and fight for machines
The stair case narrow and steep
Not everyone can climb it

The spaces above luxurious lounges
built for the nobility only
Exclusive places for a select few
The rest looked up if they wanted to see

He made his way up the helical staircase
Each step a veterbrae in his own body
The one he was attempting to strengthen
He saw the paupers below and tyrants above

He whistled like a flute and ignored the derision

The tear down

 It slides down to the chin
Wet long and thin
running parallel to the nose
It drops off as if on purpose
Absorbing into the shirt
farewells roads hurt
across the face

Rolling away from the eye
Out of sight, remaining sigh
No such thing as goodbye
Just longing dreadful longing
Following where the wetline clings
So people can't count the tears
across the face, sad and clear

Kingdom's I inherit

 Owner of land and peasant
I tend to fields and forests
I raise armies to engage the hostile
Build fiefdoms my sons occupy

Power is that voice growing louder
It's magnetic voice echoing over this soil
The land is still even the wind can't move it
I can feel the stones and boulders below the surface

I can hear my name on those whispers
Through the farmers sharp hoe clashing
The slow penetrating root
The wayward stream

It all whispers today I am yours
Tomorrow I will be your resting place

Stuck together and peeled apart

 Feel me peel myself off
I need this piece of me lifted
I separate the very margin inside
The layer of me that goes on existing
disconnected from my body
Orbiting these spaces I call my turf
Checking each one outside of my hub

Stalking the night
Hissing in silence
Until once again 
My heart says it's time
It must glue itself back on
I am entire again
Walking that inch taller

Loving that much more
Seeing what was invisible before
In shapes and colors that renew desire
That help me appreciate the world
More than the time I was divided
So much more to absorb
When I am together