I open my prayers on leaves
Among those steeped in the crowd
Furies with psalms of plenty
White lilies graft through
Cracks in concrete; Heavy
Splitting mind from hand
I open my prayers on leaves
Grass my priest; winter has come
I tread gingerly on green wings
Because when hot light dims
When light breaks the sunrise
Cold fingers reach the horizon
Pulling shade from calm
To scribble my veins
Unto your conscience incarnate
I was an owl fixture
Spread in your pane
Heartily jumping the gaps of mortality
To find my own
Painted in walls of translucence
Crush your tips on my mind
To general a blank decision
Stone this petty bird
That sweeps into virgin hills
Filled brimful; shaking the crosses
Steeples melt for the blood
Broken open on display
A wishing stairs
Descending itself like a raven
Spot-dreaded in a hot trip
Brambling along riversides
Shifting and crowning
The beachside
Smoke fills the lungs to clarity
I walked too long is all, Father
She’s a crazy crazed-howling girl
My ligaments shutter at voices
Thrown into candlelight
But the rushing waters
That seep out of my skull
But waves justify senses
That smell the oil dripping
Screaming across boulevards
As I sweetly walk my rounds
Brick to oak love
The rainbow crosses retinas
And I see the end of all
In a blinking hut
Peace pipes passed along rustic
Blankets praying on my eyes
To erase hands
And wishing a christmas
Dress I smell in my palms
I cry a thousand petals
Every second I breathe
Because still you are here
To remain with you I cannot
In my dreams
Castles in the cloud we reside
