Mr. Daffodil

Cant resist musing on you
Tell my mind to civilize
Stop dreaming, plans conceiving
Writing fairy tale endings
Revolved around you
Mr. Daffodil

Quite the same underneath the skin
The adventurer knows a treasure
When he finds it
Regard the map, fragile route
Into foreign territory
The traveler knows a fellow traveler
From the holiday makers merry making

Ive been weathered like the earth
As dying mountains crown the valley
A winter field left to rest some seasons
A bit of wilderness came in
One day daffodils were found among the thicket border

Now is the occasion to commence
The field has been plowed open
I'm as yielding as that pasture
I've received in spring before

You're the one the tempest is betting on
Is your blood roused too?
Are you blind?
or do I just frighten you?

Misplaced Ambition

Fly away a traveler on holiday is a beautiful affair
We leave behind the pain
The blushing shame of a crushed imagined (and poorly researched) itinerary
Discover new islands of liberty soothes me
            fills the space of where your company could be

Wash dirty laundry by hand in the communal sink
             scrub away thoughts that link to the stink of rejection
Say prayers, utter chants, mumble petitions to superior powers
Purify myself of this casual connection

I  stoop low on bended knee on the rainforest's floor
              too small for you to notice
Breathe in the fragrant peat moss undergrowth, between slick roots,
               among solitary giant ants I identify
Camera harvest jungle mushrooms of every shade and property
            probably poisonous and stew in their photogenic congregation, they sing to me
The primeval forest labyrinth discloses my own hearts
            furtive desire in my untrained observation
Befriend the friendly viper who whispers in my ear
             keep running until you reach the ocean

I drowned my progeny in the sea and buried us alive in sand
            until we metamorphose lay mermaid like on barnacle peppered rocks
Allow the tide to swallow us into the sunset,  an embrace of salt with sky
For this moment life is art, we are apart of a masterpiece

The other holiday makers busy themselves with activity, with boat rides
             we prefer nothing to do but frolic and be still  
The fish came in bloated and confused in the shallowness
I caught one between my hands becoming more outwardly wild
            inner more mild

I  flew back more myself simplified, amplify the essence
          power implied, lay aside all anxiety, former chimera of control

Then I saw you, just a reflection,  a mirage of something deep within
          your smile brought tears to my eyes
I saw through your shadow veneer mine own projection of completion
You the sweetest  boy child, tender hearted
All the love of your matriarch for you surged and overwhelmed me
                  for a moment, I cried

Our ambition is misplaced and our timing poorly commanded
You seek a face, a quixotic countenance, a fantastical past
 I seek a breath-taking future, a place of mythical territory
Ever the quest, here and now betwixt that space is a supernatural verb
Read the volumes between the lines

What Have You in Common with Broken Fragments?

You on your gigantic steed speak down to me
      covered by undergrowth and ferns in the muck of the wet woods
Remind me of your highborn choice
     I have no voice
Couldn't even word that I knew
Express my disappointment, my miscalculation in you
        from my thicket trench

I could teach you to be valorous, nullify the status quo
Its invulnerable to remain the same
Safe plan, same man
       embrace the vicissitude the celestial in the woman

Once in your youth you took a chance on ceremony
        and let her go
        and let her run
And every week reconnect to that pain, disconnection
Sinister bond, she's not here to feed you
The one you claim, she's not complete enough to heal you
What have you in common with broken fragments?

I'm as real as the voice of your mother
As the possibility of a royal born child to father
As clear as your freckled reflection in the mirror
I'm your opposite and your true equal

Walk on water keep your eyes on God and then drown in the deep
A mythical Polynesian wave surges you into unknown shark territory
     slams your broken body, broken ego
On the unfamiliar sandy shores of a new paradise
Your salty flesh covered with tiny phosphorescense
       glowing in the new moon darkness
Spit out excess water and every expectation of perfection
Become initiated for a real man-woman connection

Glow Blue White Fire (or Space Junk)

Rain falls sealing us inside w/ our week's thoughts of
             insatiable dry, sun desires, impossible rainbows
Flooded w/unfulfilled hungers, goals and outcomes
Turn my telescope down the universe of my Vedic throat
Turning inside out in the torrent
You unfleeced me of coat
Disarmed me of all protective clothing
     w/simple courageous words maintain friendship
                maintain your power, attachment to another
I felt the double bruise on my cheekbones 
     so defenseless
The mortification of the sensual senseless

I'm a child of the clouds
Born in the hazy patches of faraway nebulae
How I cried to my Deity of space and sky
For my one heart's desire
       take you to beginnings where stars are born
You and I just bits of cosmic dust
       older stock than most
('tho all immortality is the same eternal)

I'm spinning w/long galactic fingers summon you however temporarily
Spiraling softly gaining speed until spheres of creation form
Twirling faster and two twin stars are formed,
           remain the same and there is a sun worshipped by planets
But you stopped the cosmic gale force w/ a single word confession
Lose me in the purple fermentation, a giant vacuum
           where the future might be
The whole galaxy is spinning in a dance inviting us, the gravitational pull
Make twin stars pulling apart into young shiners
Following the ancient constellation stories told in chants and cave paintings
I wait reclining in the arm of a lavender nebula
     spinning miasma foul fumes in the murkiness of my rejection
Mothering fragments I blow the ashes and watch them turn into doves
       into far flung moons, like jewels
They find their diamond orbit around your brow
Gases of undiscovered precious metals color me blue,  orbit sideways
         unlike anyone you knew
Make your light travel across the vast emptiness to warm my darkness

Rain a massive asteroid on my aquatic, blue methane surface
Invite me back later that night like another asteroid
So small the invitation it disintegrates into nothingness in the atmosphere
          not a mark on my lucid surface
You know my thoughts, the tender supplication in my eyes respond to your suggestion
I refrain, my soul is after all noble

I'm a child of the clouds

Born in the hazy patches of faraway nebulae
How I cried to my Deity of space and sky
Stay in my double ring periphery
Glow blue white fire with me

Terrace of Devotion

Had this hidden hankering, like a four year secret garden
Blooming perennials, shrubs, trees that have to bear fruit this season
Delicate annual florets open every time you speak w/me

I'm a quadrennial animal, bush elephant, North American bear,
               a female gorilla just finished weaning
Four the number of seasons and foundation
         the number of Gospel Good News proclamations
Renovate the wasteland return desert into tramontane meadow
                         - if only
Say my name in your state of emergency
        say it like a child calling his mother discover
 Clouds gather like a prairie storm
                        quick and violent over the Savannah
The smell of rain on the dust, stirs an ancient lust
A sacred trust, fecund hope in irriguous pasture

I'm a farmer, been fertilizing our fantasy
Our mutual compatibility
        what water wells we share in common
Similar range ambitions and dream landscapes

As near to you as the beat of the heart drum
        waiting in the silence between
        yielding submission
Prayers you were there, aware
Prepare to cultivate as the ox with the plough

A Compass and Cordated Maps

He's somewhere on a sofa in Kazakhstan
       surfing circumstance, prolonging the voyage
No Holy Grail or sacred vessel (that is me)
The quest is in the drift, being poured out in seeking
     until empty pockets necessitates a vocation
When Life is one big permanent vacation, pick a nation

Alembic like real love, like melting brooks of hiernal lowlands
Read other between the lines, summer herds in alpine grazing grasslands
Reach each other a bit too late, we were both too elusive to stick
       the timing off just a tick, selcouth autumn winds observed from horseback

You loved me in your way
        not long enough to play w/ my heart strings
Love enough to walk away f/ head dreams
The beginning schemes of Tellurian coupling
He sung me his secrets in a canticle
Store them like a fortune no bank could redeem or measure
         conceal in a sacred burial mound treasure

Under my mosquito net
        recall a night conversation under similar situation
The near consummation of consoling infatuation
I brought him to my home from a distant country
        lacked the spiritual eyes to see whats Here,  the final present destination

We mutual xenophiliacs who crossed paths on a wrong bus of a forgotten route
Dropped off the map of a nameless stretch of sand
Profluent wanderlust furcating passages, we nomads
A compass and cordated atlas
Dream of what could be from your Pazyryk Steppe sofa