Perfection is crumbled

Perfection is crumbled

Wrinkled and balled for waste

Fractional percentage

Subtracted from the base

The judgement of roses

That sunflowers escape

Be kind to yourself and

Change your inner landscape

Emotions in order

Emotions in order

And thoughts have found their slots

But the self keeps forming

More connecting the dots

I’m always unfinished 

Still drafting and sketching

Open experience 

Scratching before etching

In a timeless effort

In a timeless effort

Once modern, now antique

Books, art, films and science

Even the words we speak

Fires, giant forest fires

Out, but the land beneath

Transient witness yet

The constant we bequeath 

Two chocolate milkshakes

Two chocolate milkshakes

Melting on the boardwalk

Beneath the twisted limbs

Just missing outline chalk

Some late tulip wilting

Not escaping the sun

Then jumping to their feet

When calling 9-1-1

So much sunlight passing

So much sunlight passing

Little on Earth landing

We keep turning, turning

Seeking understanding

Relationships tangent

Countless strangers unknown

The background of our days

More cloth than what is sewn

Magnificent and not

Magnificent and not 

Both boastful and disdain

The flooding or the cleanse

The full spectrum of rain 

The striving and lurching

The unreachable post

Wanting to be better

Fulfilling life the most

The curved line of green trees

The curved line of green trees

Above, a bowl of blue

Highways scratched on landscapes

Both crisscrossing and skew

An eastern sun rising

The fog, morning bed sheets

The corn more than knee high

Cool air, before it heats

In the great vanishing

In the great vanishing

The soul on my shoulder

We gifted each other

Now gone, I am older

Seeing with our eyes closed

Feeling without touching

Love like light, filling space

With no need of clutching

In a bent, past the bend

In a bent, past the bend

What cannot be undone

Broken limb or words said

Bullet shot, hit and run

In a show of great strength

A weak crease created

A breaking book spine in

Time disintegrated 

Not paving these dirt roads

Not paving these dirt roads

Marked by success and fails

Traveled with purpose but

Dissipating contrails

No matter my focus

Circumstances come fast 

Altering my course much

Like a loose boom and mast 

Bare-bones, necessities

Bare-bones, necessities 

The pair of shoes well worn

Left here on the furthest

Of days from being born

The courtship with living

And the date after date

Without matrimony 

Mere engagement and wait

Unattended sunset

Unattended sunset

The ombré of darkness

The funnels of past days

The commas between larkness

The solitude of walk

Steps fighting gravity

But in the end the pull

To horizontally 

Useless thoughts residing

Useless thoughts residing

No dots left to connect

No brightness in darkness

No pieces to collect

The wind will not take and

The oceans cannot claim

No gravity or cloud

No description or name

In unchartered clouds a

In unchartered clouds a

Slow vessel of safety

Propelled by a shaman

Maneuvering safely

Great guidance from sinking

Two buoys forming one

Bonded by love and trust

They will port in the sun

All these golden bars buried

All these golden bars buried

Beneath plastic flowers

In a finite field for

An infinite of hours

The sound of the highway

Finds no audience here

The stones slabbing spirits

Marking the disappear

Moments pulled like phyllo

Moments pulled like phyllo

For full transparency 

Seeing the circumstance

I knew inherently 

Pulling further until

The holes begin to form

And with perfect vision

I see the misinform

Ancient religions ring

Ancient religions ring

Their God never responds

Painted ceilings of saints

Other silent beyonds

With dim candles burning

Failing to blaze a trail

Too many prayers left

At the kneeler and rail

Certainty unbalanced

Certainty unbalanced

The pedestal rocking

Rotation is spiral

Tall strangers are knocking

Predictable todays

Can have surprise outcomes

Fractions of fruitions

Hardly ever lump sums

Taking X to cradle

Taking X to cradle

Unknowns can fall apart

But if they don’t, I’ll sing

A lullaby of heart

Someday they may find prism

And what we know of light

Will Roy G. Biv, or else

Will rock all day and night

Gigantic obstacle

Gigantic obstacle

I burrowed underground

Turning inside out and

Emerging newly found

Beyond these decades wall

With my third set of teeth

A wiser survivor

No need to dig beneath

In these my last chapters

In these my last chapters

What is written is wrote

No need for editing

What was said is in quote

Regrets and loveliness 

Things I would change and not

Growth and understanding

Have led me to this spot