Supplication to a Mid-Autumn Moon

will something like a fire

befriend me in the valley

when I can't meet

this witness and his

family of doves

will someone like a father

unkindly stay my cruelty

while I can't seek

his fitness or his

homily of love

will someday like forever

unwind me in this century,

which I can't see

commit, kiss or quite

tenderly unweave

will somewhere like wherever

now find me and transpose me

until I can't be

unlit, miss a single

memory, or breathe.

Total War

In some sense

despite your position

opposite to me

we were destined

to compress our palms

against one another,

to both dream

of a landscape

without the mayhem

we had shared.

Violet, Green, and Red

Some things were unhinged, today.

Some were too soon and some late.

Some became elegant and refined

but I won't consider this date

to be noteworthy at all,

why, I'd forget it the way

I forget why wine is nice

when I'm so fervently seeking

some God of half-awake

four o'clock men like me.

I'd forget all of any history

just to convince myself of how

today was supposed to be.

A River Dreaming

I would float down

a river dreaming

today if it weren't for all

the wires and lights

collecting runoff

from my too-wrung

and tired brain.

For intimacy with grass

and leaves, each seeming

like an eager lover, I'd fall

and lose myself (it might)

in these (be the) thoughts

(case I'm floating down

a river dreaming anyway).

Saint Adjutor

Would it be that he, so hallowed,

made those oppressed by water free

and, if asked, absolve depth-stricken

children from a throng of coercive seas,

but know that should this fickle earth

ever wholly wrap itself in blue,

I'd draw no breath from Adjutor,
I'd only long to cling to you.