July, 2010

Jul 10

ground water

5 july 2010        ground water


Chasing little beasts carrying

youth in their hip pockets

mesmerized in frolic and mischief,

a lifelong sadness was looking

for release in the  river’s



immobility’s atrophy penetrates

deep, curling itself around the

heart by multiples, until, poor

heart/thing, is unrecognizable.

wood babes no longer clothe

themselves, but wildly swim

at their own distinct peril,

exposed to myriad pre-date-tors.


thus begins my 2nd death.


I saw those boys cheating again and again.

the rules of walking cliffs on

ground water’s edge were simple,

just go. throw yourself.

survival is guaranteed.

you know the cheat’s.



the river wins, so to speak.

soaking my ear drums, cold

erases the blue from sky.

gravity and momentum control

thrust,    for a short while

blur takes over.


(stay tuned…  more to come in our next exciting episode.)