April132013
cracking voice of “us”-
Dissonance springs from
Making a mistake
(question-mark)
Act I: Finale
wake up
intentions
love, the ability to:
Time: N/A
words form wilderness
wordless world- meaning
born by void in brain-
storm- avoid no
seeds sew heart-cloth -
remember home- no where
is water lily self-
home is crow, crane-
befriend
the creature home
whatever
anything
means.
3AM
_/ Playing music:
transform
joy/pain/strangeitude of “me”
into melody/harmony/cracking voice of “us”-
Dissonance springs from “why”
And “Hallelujah” \_
_/ Making a mistake in front of someone:
in front of all
the world, a stage
contains
(question-mark)
characters-
Act I: Finale
“This Is No Rehearsal” \_
_/ Doubting- Questioning- Unsure of- my actions:
I can wake up
I can come to
better understand
my intentions- \_
_/ This poem, writing-
love, the ability to:
Time: N/A \_
_/ 4 pm \_
_/ “Undertow” \_
_/ Writing a poem, reading this and that: \_
_/ find words form wilderness
in wordless world- meaning
borne of restless void in brain-
storm- avoid no weather
patterns repeat patterns
repeat patterns reap-
seeds sewn to heart-cloth like water lilies float-
remember home- get rid of no where \_
_/ pause- \_ _/ home is water lily self-
home is crow, crane, ghost, plant- \_
_/ above all other ‘above all else’s’, \_
_/ above all else, befriend \_
_/ the creature home \_
_/ you call your self- \_
whatever all this
if anything
means.
_/|\_
April52013
Had I that day alone–
that day to have not
known you, then,
I would’ve rolled
along that old
unobstacled
road-more-like a
wood-beside-the-water
path.
I would have
two-wheel rolled
a– long– with– fre– quent–
bumps, but on the wood
I would have rolled along
without a fall– (ing for-
ward)––– toward the rush
of River Street where I grew
up when I stepped outside
the thick flat ladder crosswalk lines.
I grew when I learned that lines
and motion are what define…
I followed invisible tracks
through Michigan snow,
dragging feet to make lines
to make a new road to make
a new world to do ––– something–––
with my self.
Up and down I grew when
I cycled up River Street and
stopped down by the
wooden river path,
the path right by the river.
I was that day alone
It was that day I learned
I know and
I know
and I know you
and I
not quite.