JAMES MORSE

The sky inside and the silhouettes in view amidst the subtle hues,  Moving through the scenes and the motions the motions,  And the rise the ocean and I thought I saw the water,  thought I saw the water,  but the grain the grains of sand surrounded us (oh, they surrounded us!)  while the visions came and went I could have been caught up in the mirage of  the barren land beyond the fence in an arid sand nothingness  I…

The subtle smell of cigarette smoke moving through the air so crisp as the lists of winter’s fingers reach into the threads of summer’s seamless garment, now autumn weaving in between fixed within what seems to be marked by increasingly dispersed beams of light yielding to the grey dialogue of cloud-filled skies and concrete meanwhile…

Sitting half standing proud and living some dead atop the shelf melting into a laminate top dresser the accolades of an age once known and now thrown over the shoulder /// glance, Pillar of Salt right forward the next one.. /// this one isn’t good enough unless it’s painted gold and covered in Stars ///…

[ To quote the legendary John Donne “No Man Is An Island”, the refrain implores listeners to relentlessly seek community and connection with others]

Open arms are all I’m calling for- giveness of my sin Yet if I can’t let go of this grudge this gun I’m holding to my brother’s chest How can I expect my Father to let me in? Oh teacher how if seven times my Brother sins ‘gainst me today Or seven more, Heaven forbid,…

i made a sound in the woods and it gave me such pleasure to invoke a freight train calling out to turnips skips the next song on the record I am branching out now. stop. cadence into a furry Lions Murray talk like the next Champions of World Champions might if they were so inclined…

around the block walking sideways into the sun losing grip on the mode of conundrums and falling fast into a myriad of deductions, I wait <intermittent signals firing> patiently for a call to move out of the realm of convictions and into the Waters of Siloe while brick walls march along the sidewalk (faulty perceptions…

there’s a Miller on the table  muffled yells from our neighbor  I took one look into my conscience  found my scruples enabled I drive by the strip club down the street  where all the liberated boys go to seek  their mother covered in a  childish dream  Faith like a simple child  doesn’t feed on the…

and by the way, the  super bowl  was in atlanta  this year  steel sap and sinew  swallowed by an aperture embedded in a plated nest  can temperature fill to full  and feel a sigh  more still  the bread is cheap  and the circus thrills  over arch and chasm  twenty one centuries  call up the doctors …

underneath the evergreens feeling sad you went Inside after we drew a line with a string Between some thin green posts we talked to Jo A widow and told her we might go Away there our families are here And your face rose full of tears