tree umbrellas me
balance found in dissolving
identity of
borders division
deceptive polarity
two states of many
pansy faces pop
painted for cold sunday play
full is nature’s forms
i sit on three steps
alone. enough. calm. even
joyous. to be. here
is the truth. it’s work
to get there. back to the pure self.
our moment’s battle.
upsidogi goes to the black hole - looks to her left-down and finds her upsi-alien paw print from when she hung toes in the gutter tickled by the bass echos with-in walls feel energy’s dance.
berliner luft you
seduce to cemeteries
to weakness, naked
before open eyes
i made an offering to
the stones of berlin
are listening-accepted
my service is here
KäTHE HAS BEEN CALLING ME THROUGH THE HANDS OF MY MOTHER
each kiez i’ve fallen
for your night spells peaceful
we danced our wanders.
THOUGH
it is not who i
am or want to be
it’s what i build and leave.
ACTIVATE my path
[bohemian streets
wanderers kiez taught me
femme birthing courage
raven peck pigeon
death over breakfast tea
above garden world]
patti whispers to
me i answer her page. yes
indeed we can devise a
new way of thinking…
two pigeons killed by
ravens scratching my window
in the moment dreams
were devouring the days
absorbed imagery
what is the most real?
as mind recovers
from twenty years of poisoning
finds again paths to
walk were washed out with
that boiling elixir
spirits of madness
ravens eating fresh
birthed birds just pecked their way out
shell’s translucent womb
and upsidogi
comprehends just now the youth
stolen from this life.
black mirrors ribbon
through berlin night casts canal
spells on upsi heart
blooms illuminate
wait placed by workers hands picked
offered this moment
don’t forget to let
the dead parts be and transform
to trust-live each state.
FREE AND WITH A RESPONSIBILITY TO BE ME