she smiled with her eyes
you had to close your eyes
to see what that was like
watchin the edge
of the eye, on a float
no time to guess
theres no place else

then you lost your jaw
it was blissing out
with the rustle
across the yard
like it didnt have
an address, some
scribe will sketch

theres a why of course
that you should glimpse
any of this
this one time the end
justifies the means
so god gets above the law
and you walk away scot free

 

mountain place . she walks out . wet  sky
uncold in all that ineffable room to vent its
pleasures . she reaches . spilling drop slows
down . she can touch it but it turns blue

she sees . its covert , with images of  many
shades , orgasmic in its complexity . they
find her distant places . what happens  in
there can only be told  as well as she can
read them,  as she reads them .  this
must be more than love

where she comes from , she doesnt short
change the read or reduce breathtaking
displacements . there was news of a stray
entity . whose insidiousness was no  stray
matter . many  raw planets had to show
themselves to host this infliction

she smiles as she makes out . all these
dudes . theres a thread she can put her
finger on . invisible but manifest . one day
they will find themselves in just that spot

in the thread

  turner

revisiting that spot . circumscribed
by her sleepless inventory . the list
written undercover, through the scroll .
she can turn a line when she lies .
so still . death wasted in its own rush

if she was a cleanser , if second
guessed , she played some
wishes from the inside. outcomes
slipped into , revealed in isolation
not one not two. it goes both ways

but then when she admitted it to herself
she was shakti . if she stayed on land ,
she can be a nobody . in heady architecture ,
traceless in infinite identity . the fall out from
sleighted realms will have to reach here

she did no wrong . she left when things
were just right . she can let the spot open
out to the whole nine yards in anxious joy
if shes a player, its only so, all kinds
of hedgers can turn the same wheel

you can subscribe

 

what if I call her  ?  
                                                          

i dreamt we were in a travelling nightly show
dancing in the ring , delighted we could move
like that , every turn and touch a surprise
we didnt know we could do that , people
around are taken in by this shift, unannounced

our show was to play in the ensemble , that
did gigs left of the centre, not work the ring
but this time , next show they turned  out  a  lot
not skirting the intent , they picked up the shifts
and found that they could drift out of  the  frame

  their bodies involuting and reaching images,
hips shrinking . a cadence you might think
is hedonist if it were hitched to a possible exit

woke up with you in the ring , perfectly in
  a mild light at the end of empty rows of seats
rays falling through gaps in the tent , exposing
us to an inordinate amount of space . quiet
eyes in the dark watching between empty seats

how did I find you ?

there wasn't an end

to this drift .your waiting smile

dressed by the unknown , has

a way of balancing that excess

if I left this dream behind I have to ask, what are you upto now ?

 

What shall I call her?                                      

Petal skin and sharply turning hair, falling

On my lips. I'm face to face in love

Spread by things scaping the slopes

Wild colors that remember . she is more than one reality

what shall i call her ? richness refined by magic
i feel her senses reaching ends in retreat
the walls and falling sunlight stop sinking
waiting to be filled with a sense that steps away

whats next is in two minds
the wait keeps her wishes
taking on the end game thats
hooked on immortal tags

the step swings then thrums beyond things
that grow . falling things if they
couldnt reach its when less than a moment
is every promise that will never be made

how could i name her ?
reach is less than her
the gods are too far gone
to taste this measure

but if you do it will finger them a long way away

Everything                                 

she changes everything . the world stops
at least all the stuff that i obsess with
the things that have to be done . the need
drawn in by anxiety and anxiety in return

sucking left over chocolate

the first dip her friend is in

at the next place

it found me on the page

her look unknown, smiling

iam not there yet

I wanted to give some back

The thing is that I woke up next

morning and knew where I was

she watched the two worlds

with the same eyes.an adept

drawing in with the nth side

myriad ends to her

unquestioning limbs and expressions

no one is about to guess

she is just someone

who likes wet chocolate .

her timing keeps her from

the excess of other minds

she doesnt know this of course
events may overtake her and waste her .

but we've been there to her point

of  no return and we'll remember

 

windows

nyet

i woke up, not in doubt . the usual mind
sensing its all wrong and will never be
right , was quiet . it didnt have much to
say , yet  . the din of the traffic will start
its incessant trauma soon, not just yet

twice in two days this mind wasnt about
to think itself prey. not just yet. this is the
space . the final no frontier. that was just
a cheap shot at this trek that needed a
pellet . one that alters brain chemistry .

if i wander into untimely inanimity ,
 we can smile it down . mow fresh green
 the intangible incense of tea , of a close
shave, to flaunt the clarity  of jenni's porch

so, something happened in that space
near yet . it didnt worry itself over , didnt
obsess with preempts . it could be this
i played strings after a longish time

 finger tips blistered , i taped it and went on
 the bubble touched down to its slick and  sure
finger end skin . i get the taste of poetry playing
nooky with lyrics . lip to lip , its lovely

a field of potential
not the black hole
if glimpsed
the locale evaporates

where   every   vapor
and every sense that
ever blew, gets in  &
gets options . anything goes in

every  other  thing  thats without is always inside
cause near this field things move so quick
they are always outside and always inside
once in two places is also the second face of god
the other

------------

the  faintest of touches . or  kiss  it  and
you have always already dissappeared
this field in excessive seduction is so
                                                untouched

every touch and intensity ahead
of the draw of  contact . closer than
the idea of getting lost on intention
the surprise overtakes the distance

of months gone by in contention,
overcomes the disqualification
and the meanness . erased by
every bit of this reach. making out ,
unaware that lines will be crossed

discovering the possibility
that these lines are a regression
and staying here is not just
the only option but its exquisite

it gets wilder , taking in the walls
of parallel moments, transalating
the flow to textures . let  the mind
wander and expose it to the
encounter of things it cannot shut out

the attempt sharpening the squalour
of the imminent , searching for the
  power to deny it . of course i wonder
  if i should just meditate instead

but it wouldnt be the same if i were jumping the gun would it ?

illocal
windows
everything
what if i call her ?
what shall i call her ?
popheads
textures

a stone turned atoms seeking unhard
she could put her feet up for that talk
with the melting layers underneath,
cold pressed this time, autumn news
and lucid earth for  this  indefinite  girl

lets go elsewhere  with  this  news
if those boys on the hill were not to
touch the ground, they might
remember the nerve ends & the
mind readers who wire the intangible

 

evert tip every toe

i want to touch you

and wet

my lips with dew

So  what
 I  Taste
is touching
 to  you

she was a mystery
that stepped on itself
why would i ever
want to know her . if
only i could kiss her

    

 

i can taste your mind
images
soaking each other

in a tango
dipping
like melted leaves
at the end of time

what game shall we play
i wont change the rules
you say
unless you want me 2

walkin your soul
movin her hips
faster than light
to get to the start

shes comin through
chasin your images
creamin the cloud
dressin her moves
makin her choices
lookin at you, startin her sight
inside your head

if she stops or turns
all you can run is
when you once took one step
to climb down inside the
planet

two

on the road to do the dawn of your senses
turning it on
on a deep dark night
i cant tell my moves from your fantasies
on a trail thats lost on time revised
that your mind denies
is yet to come
and ill live them later
imagine iam the tapestry
that floats all your recall
splashing liquid color on the fringe