Oblique Viewpoint

Glimpse

just a glimpse
is all that i'd like
a picture of all the faces,
of all the different people
other people want me to be
wish me to be,
wish that I wasn't...
and isn't it funny?
that I...wish I could be...
all those different people...
as long as As it meant
I didn't have to be me.
just one glimpse
Of the man
who's always on top of things
who's never lonely
who is secure in his place
and universally satisfying
if there is such a thing
who ignores the voices
when they come calling
in a life spent beguilled
full of false starts
and drifting...

Will I look into your eyes
and know your face when I meet you
at the end of time?
In the mirror of reverses
we'll see each other,
that man and I.
All the questions will be answered.
in the palace of the dark swords,
where expectations die off
like wilting leaves in july's hot wind
and my hand in your hand....
Its just a glimpse...
that's all we have.

Where I Stand

Ship Of Fools

I pulled on my boots.
I looked down
and a thousand miles below
my feet were coral beds
awash in fish
and endless
blue.

The Ground Beneath me(haystacks for dead french painters)

When it will give way
to the remaining days
to all the strands of hay
outside in a field somewhere

we were running around
time cast aside
tree fruit ripening
but we're dying on the vine.

Its been a long time
out here
in these fields.
where fallow and formless
the days became aimless
and they were mine.

one line merges
into the next
they all connect themselves
somewhere where you and the pen
break up and fall apart.
You tell it your secrets
reveal yourself
in art
but you reveal yourself
no matter how
because that's the way you are.