Hazy Acres

Yet another space as this simple thing 

Simple in the sense a book read many times 

The same lines 

Intentions like that of a petulant child 

Desperate and afraid 

Box of old games to alter the painting 

Special section in the gallery 

In the back corners

Deep in the dungeon 

The mighty wind serves us not when we resist the ways

As it should be cultivated

Treated with holistic recipes 

From an honest place that protects the wounded 

Hearts that play on the fence line 

Or on the line 

Or the edge where they have been lost

How we see them there

Feel them each moment 

Watching the ones who watch no more

Leaving a small sample of truth 

Leaving the hints in the right sways of existing 

As all this other bullshit must live its low end vibrations 

Expired shelf life

Live in a discount 

Cheap 

In a castle way out where space is limited

Transportation fears the open 

Weather deep at the ends of nothing 

Empty holes in empty eyes 

Empty 

One hand in the air 

The other points to the ground 

Left

Then right 

One over the other 

Slowly rise up through the circus 

Where the fools and jesters dug their stakes 

The show begins just slightly later than it says 

And each day those minutes add up to more

Eventually with no room left 

To be late 

To be a truth masquerading in the ponds of liars and cheats

Judges in their ways 

Children fill the rooms 

Throwing forever gum in the corridors

Step on it 

Turn into dust

Turn into a giant elephant that had been invisible 

Now we see you 

And you are big and no longer hiding your true self 

Wearing the cloth of the abandoned 

Running in every direction at once 

Separated from your feelings 

Separated and lost in the cloudy summer 

And it roars the rushing gold of rivers 

With hope tucked way under the thin veils of the lonely 

So far from it 

The moment when the water runs down the face 

And they are disappearing in the black depth of deep waters

Where only glowing eyes are seen 

Yet the whispers float the imagination 

To live a greater knowing 

Unafraid as you are afraid 

Sitting in a room of smokers 

Breaking time down to the minute and giving it away 

For nothing 

But this is somewhere else 

I live there 

Away from the tourists