Fighting for breath

In a house full of open doors

One closing feels like an blindfold

Full of noise and no time for sleep

Sitting alone after midnight

Listening to you breathe careless

Dreamless dark distances fill the room

This part isn’t love it isn’t anything

But disappointment and solitude

In the promised land broken and lost

With nowhere to rest and fighting

Sleep & Dreams

When you return tonight
Slow tired and warm with caresses
And kisses I’ll sleep alone
Apart from your crowded voices
And mad loves’ abandon

This tempest tosses my mind
Like a lost wing and loses my way
In the flittering dark
And the slow black below like
An ocean of still divers

Great Debate

The asymmetry of science and religion

Is so great the two can scarcely share a line.

The truths of the former stand undisturbed

By the latter, no matter what its claim may be,

While religion falls and lies, enraging, daggerfull

At every pinprick science incidentally delivers.

Soup Every Morning

Every green, running water,
And a thousand voices singing
Stars that cross the night.
Tribes come down like shadows
To make castles in the sand.
Here we were, a minute warmth,
An hour’s embrace, quiet days
And nights of eyes brighter
Than bright — fires, dancing,
Sighs, looping paths in the dark.
A long road to the heart for
A happy few, strong as stone,
Strong as love, and mercy
Full of wonder every morning.

Terminal Restlessness

Like the bird fighting a wire,
This flyer cannot run by rail
And falls, fluttering, well down
A tunnel steeper than night.
Lasting peace is always late,
A soft embrace like moonlit
Horses running away, subtle
As a dream at dawn — lost.

Prayer

Let the light die tonight.
Let this ship go sailing high
On still and moonless water.
Be fearless and breathless,
The shore now close at hand.
Gateway to a dreamless land,
This last loving and leaving
Is the worst and best of all.
Ending the body electric
Is beginning nothing new.