August 27th

I Whittle errantly in my head:

'August 27'

I am trying to remember the days 

I am trying like the forager

At the end of the age

And calendars meaningless

Into this totem I phrase this form:

The herbs gathered into a pouch

From the walk to see my friends

In the suburbs of hillsboro, Oregon

The pneumonic takes root 

And foliage breaths a new place

New Pressure to the skull

I try to Let those roots be

I look forward

Pressing myself firmly against the glass 

Of my eye

Beyond my gleaning, there here is rosemary

This point stays to me

As if it were the only shard of reality

In the garden

And this at least will grow firm

In the ephemeral forests

I walk now and there is another house with herbs 

I wonder if these people know

What's growing in their own yards

But they do not know rosemary

And I never knew the 27th of august

Stung and then sung

never been so strung out

On another's drunkenness

Burning wet fuse

Splayed onto a floor

Positively wretching itself 

In own refuse

Own slob

What do you want to be said

You who roam the moonlit channels

And climb the sparrow-light panels

Of the castles in the sky

You who know the words better than I

Your laugh could make the stars shudder

never looked up so wide

Echoes passing on

As far as they are long

Sonrises collapse and collage

The darkest blue glows of midnight

Maybe the show can be worth it

For now

Basta

One day I will walk the earth

Through the hills and countries

Wading features troubling

Watching creatures huddling

Praying afloat for fear 

My feet will be bare on the earth

And the slime and muck will come

To teach me the meaning of a story

In the morning of the world's journey

My hair will grow to connect the earth

To the lightning of presence

Branching barriers and then fleeting

Like a brain's electricity bleeding

I will watch the earth come to me

As warp fills us to the taste of metals

And life begins the eternity it meant

Dearly beneath the soil steps have rent

Wreathed in my newer insanities

I'll try to trust my way to bleed the rest 

I'll try I guess

Here it snaps back

An ego a breath a toll a gun a shot

Blastpoundbangcracksnap snips

The reel short

It's real short

Forget the forgetting 

Run or be run

And then make sure you have already begun 

Sing or be sung 

Ring or be rung

Drier then the cold death of the universe

Placid behind your eyes

And for fuck's sake

Cut that name from your life

Rosemary

Wear rosemary on a rainy day

Please thank you 

I'll take you in my arms 

And crumple into the closest, oldest, primal comforts

Or should we consider the heavier ones:

Birch pine cedar

Burn them perhaps

Pyre away that surface involvement

Be the single radiance

And cuddle In wolf pelts

And those looks that ask everything 

Of the small furnace inside us