spoke fast without
consequence
became meaningless
then cut in half

here is what
we get
start then
finish

cried like a stream
gaining momentum

here you will land
here you will take
up space
to be filled in
later

how
this life
does
not work

hope
there is hope
everything
is nothing
he
said this
while
in bed
dying

Seems like the spirit doesn’t see age or read poems.That’s for us to see.The spirit sees light and movement and knowledge,learns how to see energy.Miss your clarity.What we would see,what we would say.How your spirit is not so happy.Where’s Terry?Fuck if i know.He is that person you described.That is not what my spirit says.That is not what your spirit says.Fuck if i know.Light and movement and knowledge.Miss your clarity.What our spirits shared.Our light and our movement and our knowledge,our synergy and love.

got a pass
heaven awaits
imagine the in
feel the siren
the knowledge
of the ambulance

talking birds and
the priestess telling jokes
absurd chair
surrounded
learning to walk then
raven
fly away

maybe
it was awkward
will
always love
you
i
just lost faith

here’s to the guillotine
the inventor of magick
we are leaving now
each other

the triumph of legacy
one of those poems
we created
together and
never
told

thrilled by eyesight
the choreography of light
the thrill of shades
emerging

playing together intertwined
some neanderthal history
you were then my husband
how
we evolved
this time around in dresses
let me
taste

fulfill another lifetime
question the answers
discover truth maybe
just pay obscure attention
remember to be
yourself

depressed
as in a penny
fuck the zero
move
to a better
place

anything just became
possible

how come most scars
no longer
hurt
just to look at

after you left
you stayed
inside
3 of the 4
walls

remembered
that picture
those pictures
you showed me

you were having fun
old school prints
carried
in the modern world

a funny thing to bring
being so un sentimental
and there they were
just
another deck
you could shuffle
and read

let me load the gun
let me point it
at my head
let me load the gun

i am john kennedy jr
am one of those
removed
by the highway assassin
were they ever
caught

i am a lie that
became truthful
fed up and tired
fueled by frustration
and remorse

read that in a book
somewhere
in one of those pews
from one of those pulpits
by one of those preachers
made up for television
forgot which one