an inkstorm summoned under live oak we dreamed. daniel boonelight

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СКАЧАТЬ the very same room's palette

      that shone so stellar a together

      entrenched and enchanted

      to this town of tiny steps

      i think about how i can

      still see your shine

      from here

      and i'm light years away

      what a hell of a fishing day

      recitals 6-12-16

      for so long,

      we have been trying

      to put on these little recitals

      where the purest wee melody

      has a quiet little space

      for itself and everyone

      might gather together

      to acknowledge it drowning

      out the big world

      it's strange and peculiar

      how there's always

      a noisey fusser who

      cannot forgo the attention

      and a clicking mass of summary

      who always get it all wrong

      love is so quiet

      when ego and misunderstanding

      are so loud

      across all the hues 10-5-16

      i love how i can remember you

      across all the hues

      the yellow of your love

      serenading with sunswept glory,

      the blues of your chosen

      beliefs stormy yet redemptive

      to the brilliant reds of your flush

      excitements welling up

      anticipatorally to skinshared quiets

      but if i ever had to see

      only your outlined figure

      in the darkness sinewy

      in the way that happens

      in the basement tapes

      of the mind made from

      magnetized impressions

      of stardust left behind,

      you would mardi gras my

      stilled streets with backbeats

      and blessing you'd be any and all

      light with which my spired pup-tent

      would stargaze guessing

      to later get to 6-23-15

      sometimes it takes disaster to get to where we're blessed

      sometimes it takes pain to bring us to where we feel good

      sometimes we have to feel angry with someone

      to the point where we don't even want to look

      to later get to stand before them

      and truly see them for all they are

      sometimes we have to have nothing to say

      for days and weeks that feel like ziplocked cotton

      in order to speak and sing in a deluge of electric

      ushood professing our birthright major seventh into forever

      and sometimes when i watch the ghosts of you

      pass through the walls of my memories

      it is all i can do to keep moving

      and pray for soul stillness

      backlit 1-5-17

      the taxis and cop cars

      used to look alike

      in silhouette and backlit

      and i would like

      to think that my gut

      is getting better

      at recognizing

      the difference between

      danger and safe passage

      but i am still mostly

      inside informed

      and front-lit

      this little piggy 6-25-13

      this little piggy went to the market

      this little piggy got broke

      i would take every mindless moment

      limping towards survival for you

      and prophesy so it disappeared like smoke

      i keep sighing for soon, i wanna relight the moon

      so she's bigger and our orbit's smaller

      and i could smell you all the time

      i wanna find just how wide open

      we could blast our comfort zones

      like a millionaire blowing up a mansion

      and taking to the caves

      cause we're slaves as long as we keep buying

      and our world keeps trying to sell us

      people who don't know how our

      stomachs and throats work

      who sell us our emotions back with interest

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