what i meant
before was that i am a liar
not that i am lying
or around
but when a serious moment arises
realizing this is not actually serious
but you think it is
then i think it is
then it is
but still is
not
& you forget i told you i am a liar

you find yourself in an empty
box
though this contradicts
all aha's
& need i remind that
money is no object
no so
there you are in this empty
box
ticking away time
gradually you are thin
but
most likely filling up the
box

see you, space cowboy

a non-existent season

oh my-
goodness grace
us
you i say but
didn't or don't
does your hair
dance
wild i think
holding on to mane
for fear or
not
you are &
beautiful-
a piece of oak skin
in the lake
a whole
season
fishing for
everything in its' own
time &
releasing by the same touch

love poem

somedays move in-
buoyant on standing lawns
who say green pastures
lie
over there you smell the necks
of taller trees
fir or birch always
nutty
with seed
i enter scene &
remove
your shoes at my doorstep
touch your feet
& kiss them
with all of my face

lions, you're not sure &
it types
or there are some sort of differences between
i said i'm listening
& there was a pause
the lions she says
pride or
in a cave like dwelling less inter-rock
cave,
more dugout mud cave

brow furrows
& things start to blend together
who is lion
or
where is this pride
question marks form themselves in eyes
or on lips
wet with wanting
to understand that this is a pointless presentation

chinese highlands west of broken bow

one million of these deer
w/
elephant-like snubbed or
stubbed
what she hides in these
trunks
for swimming
i decide
who reels in horror from
what mass genocide
& where
thinking empty prairie no
matter when
is an eerie plain though driving
non-stop
& stopping
each time an oasis
each time
a swim
everywhere we dont go
a sound
empty as it may-be for the
awkward ghosts to migrate

tigers on the moon, well, well.

a small scale
mission to empty reaches of cold heaven
you note
there are fewer & fewer life-
forms
or dust is filling ice cubed arks say
i know
a
cat warm & deadly
fangs in the neck of many gazelle
she says
she loves me
she tells me she will come
two by
two
& i lead her on
with a heavy heart

which came first, the god or the man? this explains who fucked up.