Cold belly
Warm body


Lies I've Told Myself

Lies I've told myself

Places of truth,
Of clean clarity to
Be in, taken
In soberly drinking
Clams clarity
Of what comes

Slow & clear

The urge to express
The needs falling
In place

Of all hope
Of places of calm
Of transit, to go

To be

In ideas and tombs
Of comforting thought

We reach together
Like the dead;
We take them
In, give them
Homes in us,
Their flow from
Us, getting at
Our same always
Goal of safe
Sense, somber
Joy, contained
In living tomes:
    In sound
    In word        & image
Movement       & interaction
With us        Apart &

Lies I've told myself

Vanity's dream world.

Of knowing no opportunity
Is ever missed;
Only the movement of
Now Is New.

Here is where we
Are & will never
Be without a here
Until the hereafter

Now being
All we know
Being now


hope of fell flat

We feel light
In our head
We ask:
Will I be
Full forevermore ever?

I've personally never asked that
Of anyone.
 Are you kidding?
Who am I to ask anyone anything ever.
   I hold my hand on my head
& lean
        Never having
Worry 'bout people's flaking off of taking
                                               Care of
Each one an other


theyre wrong if they don't like you

To go to to go on and on to turn to you who know no one but see me few far flung between you and I and us


What became becomes us
Re-muddles then clears us us
As we are
Us as us us
As we will be
Be this that remembers me