a recurring dream

if no rain's any truer than rain
if distance is is in anyway
a proxy for emptiness
then me giving up myself
plays as a canopy under which
i can hide from
dreaming.

by endlessly falling again
and again
and again
into you.

if meaning mimics doubt
you hop south then west then east
if time catches up with you
will it shift the way you see ahead?
the question is when, the question is
whether i'll resist lying again without being completely empty.

for b.j.

a reply to silence

what will all this mean
when all the intentions
have been filed
and all the regrets ran their course
circumnavigating circumstances?

to see what lies behind the cape
at sunset
we take the biggest of risks.
and the image reveals for what it is;
far more dangerous is what we might have had
just a handful of thoughts
good only to tire our eyes

for b.j.

a sign

i was waiting for a sign
for something to shake this tree
of yellowish leaves
born in shreds and mended by wind

i am someone else tonight
and tomorrow night
but don't you come lecturing
me on how to be
what i'm supposed to be
when all you accumulate is doubts
you can't claim to have a plan

silence stays heavy
under shelf clouds
it's true. it occupies space
but negates any resolution
any rendering
shoving outcomes realistic or not
under another dusty rug of it-takes-time's

for b.j.