Shine from within
(beggars free of sin)

walk out of your tomb
into the sunlight
of this time
(your now begins)

I'm a punch past
your dream

(nail down somethin real
that can't be seen)

Rip off my wings and grow
bigger wings

Surrounded by Philistines
of the worst degree

sterilizing house and yard (and mind)
is their measure of success

Born to be dead
inside

house is
sky blue (amongst rows of other houses)
spotless inside and out
Cut down every single tree in the
yard (just like the neighbors)
50 or more

Lives in the middle
of the Adirondack park
Pine cones are 
anathema

I am just a prince
a long way from my home
(I saved the dogwood petals
we uncovered on the grass
the day we stopped time)

~Letter to a maiden, circa 1836

(you want me to show you
something)
poets cross their fingers
engines burnin' every cylinder
(every bridge I ever crossed is
gone)

She said "every bridge I ever crossed is
gone, and you weren't on the other side"

We read all the old tomes
built with ancient bones
the roads made outta stones
we ain't never goin' home

(subterranean machines we only ride
at night
just read about superheroes all day long
(still writin' my own song)
I'll only love you if you can
fly

Spooky action at a Distance

We are entangled quantum particles
(is that why I am changing)

Accordingly:
you must feel my poems
without even reading them