Hazy Acres

Pieces 

The last words in this series 

Bookend 

Chapters

Segments filling the stations 

Frequency truth

Dialing in for all theories 

What came 

Went 

Is coming 

Faces in rooms with sounds reverberating 

All those I met 

Friends to keep 

Those I did not 

Lost fragments of integrity 

Slept in the streets

Temporary Loves 

Just to cast a place in my heart 

Feel again 

Without truth in it 

Reimagined values by painting edges beyond the edges existing before 

Came to a head 

Had to fall 

And I fell tragically in the Am hours of black 

Over and over and over 

They gave me a jacket 

Showed me the way to shelter

Home 

Such visions float on magical carpets 

Walked miles and miles 

Learned 

Destroyed reputation 

Lost and found 

Wicker soul coyote paradise 

Markers placed everywhere

Some thrown in the wind 

For the sky 

Pigeon Mail 

In a flash 

Dissipate 

Amalgam compass confused 

Magnetic disturbances 

To run

Run fast 

In order for it to leave 

For another 

People come and go 

Waving hollow goodbyes 

I like the ones still with me 

As I with them 

Family 

Bonded in a shared experience 

To encourage without expectations 

Slowly the dawn shows you what you’ve built 

Cultivating in the small steps 

Elapsing 24 

Touching my feet 

Lifting up 

Arms open for receptions 

Cast of characters diverse 

Patches of wild flowers 

Conformity pariah 

Words came 

Coming down the street

Over the hills 

Through the windows 

On the floor 

In a hole of longing

Mountain of explosive rising 

Tender lips 

Cheeks 

Breasts 

Cupping feet like stirrups 

Animal aromas  

They came and went 

Came and went 

Real 

And In dreams 

Words showered in clubs

Dance floors 

Smiles across the room

Hands touching to show respect 

Words flowed in the waterways 

Fistbumps

Sundays when the sounds ended 

We went so far 

Until the end said enough 

Until the universe placed us in our rightful state 

Natural boy

Natural ways 

Words became other words 

Defining a ruleless manifestation 

No way to carry so much with such little to give 

Sacred truth in the admittance of being fucked up 

Beautifully 

When we are ready in our ways of being ready 

Try again

Outside the cage of alterations you inflict out of hidden pain 

Everything is illuminated 

Bonds and codes and color and

Goliath in the feminine 

Carve out the backgrounds 

Kill the kill joys 

Marry the allure 

Contribute to the mythology 

Infamously kind 

Puncture