closing time for king Bob

The King

the slide

limbo

cosmic space road

the well is never dry

blue to sky quietly
inside and then up, we are the horizon
then the I between us walking away

nobody else cut from the cold air but me
walking steps small and compressed
now over earth is awareness
birds breathing work from the woods
until I empty the mud between people
and smile above the job

the soul of one

until the
written darkness tasted old to sighted bone
and the loaned days lay in great ruin
with emptiness and plastic skies and a red dawn
bringing rain and breathless thoughtless
peace

and then
tomorrow
it starts up again
coffee awaits thee
the engine guns and the grey street
music beats in the cab
cars and trucks shine and rush heavily
cats ditch it in the hedge
people and talking and life
many kids
and through the yellow window
the soul of the one
missing

above the clouds

the curve of the world
called earth
above the clouds
all around is the weight of space
her orbit
like the turn of a  record
etched in the black
with a needle of sun playing the long song

day goes by
spring comes
the dishes need doing

nothing

the center is everywhere

the place

sound of the raven

red ball sun