Can this be my life's goal?

I'm going to move to Arizona and dye my hair White.

push all the air out - roll me up

so that I can cradle all of my solidity(as if it exists at all) and

stay in one place, perhaps grow roots there, as well

and begin to notice the slowly things, the tid bits, the every aspect in

the every eye about this    one    place. Watch it change and mourn it’s

yesterday as if it were a dear friend.

the blue&purplelike
is brush and stroked lightly so, my sister's
painting is brand new, ev'n though her
fingers have since threaded her through continents and
many a limb once thought dead, and then there was
atinglin'

no matter where my compass points,   the north is always new, and
my sister's blue never ages; only gradually does it grow dark in some
places, only over time does it     deepen and
                                                      settlein, cozy


nice n' clean, smooth on the surface but it goes
                deeper than you
            could imagine

this description is perfect.

"..all wrapped in guises and relatively decent."

- from "Guises" by CE Green
Hello Poetry, May 8th 2013

oh how easily your lips become by Patrick Wakefield

o how easily your lips become me,
the burning crimp
of urging kiss,

to depart myself
and wander amongst
the body holy and vile ridiculous winsome trivial spectacular,

(arm and thigh)
whose sweep and gait is love
made ready for tongue
to impart slowly tenacious,

whose comely hair is course tender difficulty splendrous,

whose moments are singeing exactly innumerably few
(and never enough)


who i have longed for in deepest valleys of untouching cruelty
(to cup thy whole mouth
in my mouth,
to carry it forward
thy kiss a burning standard

into inkset darkest darkness of night



that i might walk without stumbling;





that i might see           )