Crayons So Thin

These crayons so thin, like my fingers get

long like shadows on the canyon walls

I roll the ring around in circles the silver lining of the clouds

spinning around and around

this thing of dreams this Rubix Cube

clicking this way and that

the ears of the fox twitching

as the clouds like giant white mice

race across the sky

The stones in the river, a thousand colors of a rainbow

get rounder and rounder as time passes them

wet, sweet and clear

I dip in my hand and drink

my long fingers hold the water

if I hold them tight together 

and lift life to my mouth

I get on my belly and drink more

my knees are sore

I close my eyes

I have been painting pictures on the rocks

the caves and crannies of this world

In the colors I find the breadth of fire

and talk to the sky

in my own language

my fingers

this charred earth

makes lines

running my fingers across the walls of the cave

these crayons so thin

make a thick connection

to the other side

it pulls at my guts

Today

The cat is attacking itself in the mirror.

I can relate. 

Creeping Fox

Update the scotch and whiskey and pour it on my mind

I've been deranged and hungry and it's almost supper time

The nuances are lost like lambs I haven't got the fingerprints to touch

the edge of the glass sitting next to the couch

I'm tired and I'm old and made of gold and rubber stamps

Climbing all the walls at once I haven't got a chance

To leave my home in disrepair to fly into the wind

the hen escapes the henhouse

when the fox comes creeping in

Fairy of Peace

I long to be

The Fairy of Peace 

To move men's hearts to paint canvas

And not draw blood.