out on the rockface

out on the rockface

where life clings

>existing

olympus rumbles

you can't move

>paralysing 

you find refuge

in the comfort crests

>gilding

while zeuss thunders

and dares you leave

>frightening

those fears

that petrify the spirit

>freezing

that rupture the will

that collapse the mind

>melting

the dizzying heights

the desolate lows

>stumbling

the risks

the letting gos

>challenging

the soft landings

the bracing firs

>embolden

the grace

the wonder

>enlighten

the self

the purpose

>justify

beyond the ridges

beyond the static

>beckon

the brave

the love

>entwined

ungolden

wounds once

healed in moments

scarless in sunshine

now interminable

hearts once

broken on sundays

revived on mondays

now unfathomable

vessels once

frozen in winter

flowing in spring

now deserted, unplumbed

the sweet dreams

gone to bed

the childhood prayers

gone unsaid

the mother of warm

gone to cold

the father of time

gone to sold

the coming of years

gone to trust

the shining of reflection

gone to rust, ungolden

inter alia

here i am again

in first person

keeping you second

and out of the rain

peering from a window that isn't there

showing its limitations

silence

showing its testimony

to lines i should have sung

 “a cottonwood moon

slipping through forms

like fingers of velvetine”

but i'm no gypsy

i have my needs

even a penny for my thoughts

pays it forward to the next one

and out on the ledge that isn't there

i look for people looking up hoping

i splatter among the unwashed

then i am a gypsy

and have no needs

money can't make me think

or payforward grateful

so i pretend

and play among words

as if they are my metier

which is so crassly pathetic

however needless it is to be said

in the same voice which made you second

out of the pain

which i have done

inter alia

bugs (bunny)

impacted

no such verb

blessed

aren't we all

journey

life's no trip

thoughts and prayers

send gifts

gig

gag

yo

yo-yo

brand

oscar

sexting

come again?

fist bump

smash face

fuck off

oh, i like that one, sorry

sorry

bullshit

liberal media

truth kick

right wing media

kick truth

rights

wrongs

whatever

whatever

god bless america

inshallah

i beg your pardon

i really do

goes without saying
me

urgent memo to the sane

sanity

is nothing to revello in

that would be chocolate covered icecream

it's only a pause

beteween crazy

and less crazy

more or less crazy but that's the idea

as in crazy/sane/less crazy/sane/crazy...

the psychopaths, the sociopaths

they're warriors, release them, on the enemies

the artists, the dreamers

they're creators, increase them, on the friendlies.

to the conformists

the rule abiders

those not caught

tHOsE

              wHo

                                                                                                              can't tolerate

FREEverse

even though it's free

and lines written like this, DOESN'T it BUG you?

and if it weren't for the crazies

we'd still be flat earth

congratulations flat earth society members. you are

the standard bearers

like those who believe there is a g(odd)

who persist in preaching right or wrong

with no pause

who/which delivers the crazies to heaven

waaaaaaay the hell up there somewhere not way the hall downstairs somewhere ONLY

if they repent and false witness and act as if their own stupid little lives are one in eight billion special

and, wait for it...blessed.

so sanity isn't all that it's cracked up to be

the cracked up and being are the crazies

who suffer needlessly the sane

in a closet society.

slam the door lightly when you go,

please