the mind of space

table of the sun

lost one
in the breeze
they were searching
with faces
fooled by words
looking for the crown
looking for flags
and eagles
looking for mothers love
desolate and cold
broken and angry
tears that don't know how to fall

oh hateful stupid boy
you are the one
god

trucks and dreams
refusing to start
the axle is made of mud
sunlight movies, memories of love
eternal shadows
all are
fulminous parachutes
open to the silver hand

days pass and night comes
we cradle and caress
our beautiful babies
jumpstart the stalled
the best we can
teach kindness anyway
like a well made bowl
of clay
destined to be filled

oh hateful stupid boy
you are the one
god

 you don't know it
and never will

moments on glass

lost in the day

core

foam and movement and nothing

the one

the silver hand of artemis

cut off
with pain that fades
and cast into nothing
the gods took pity
and fashioned her a glittering
silver hand
like art an original
and perfection of the first thought
soft metallic and coldish
it gave immense power
she shot laser-beams of red
out of her eyes
and flew into the mountains
her cave of fire
to sleep away time
until the night turned
and she rose again