The Concrete Owls

O' for somewhat floats

a-realization

gets me to the creeks

does words choose you

from going slow darker streets

are we they to say to vanish away, aways

aways I was not aware, fades, hopes glad

what's in your heart expands for falls on

O' faster memories ease

if the lights are with me

may know me it's a-place

only getting it on

as you can long time in thier parts 

crumbles inside takes care

do kindly been gentle with-in

by a-chance endless

if you wants

to stop, to look

the flame over

way over together

glows and sparkles

spangled across moonless darkness

I've seen the light 

dangled of night already dark of day

it's around the heart obtained

but not now I'm beat

answering in ourselves wondering

own questions within this

unrequited loves

so what's dumb

so what's simple

causes impulses there's no ones notes

from sheets, so clear keeps these, in ponds

the concrete owls

everything's meant so what's dim

so what's effective

I show'd no ease

in other places spent

so whence can be landed

suddenly disappears

and turns around me

heavy, heavy

so can you truly see now

well, you oughta be

it's brightly outta gotta get thru

a-hallow tree a-sound spooky

appears a-surface worn smooth on

where we left behind shadows afar

flows down and flows straight up 

in here for me

I can go get lost

in the forest

for dark dirt

it clears out for now

to my many weird spaces between some

to be highlights that disconcerts 

back into the baggage 

of flights what starts,  what delights

bright a-bird picks black ink

in the thick underwood

twiddles de thumb anywheres

despite it inspires me

in my type cast

there we all at

can fade and go pass

and the loss

was outta either view

on that running

through my mind 

good, bad, however

somewheres near I feel 

and who are you

I felt it all now abouts

like a-poem in itself

I saw it all now abouts boots

and in the time being like

all's great withal

thy thunder in open space 

the begotten falls when 

disappointments besets us

untaught me

unblinded me

the concrete owls

does fly around

and around hands to waters

so what can be landed

suddenly disappears

and turns all around me

so can you truly be lightly

who, who, who

you, you, you

serves up your's

but not now mine

heavy, heavy

it'll be seen like lightning

a-faster flame

than yours ever 

but not now mine

right over floors

sunshine a-high moon shadows amidst further

atop near a-stone

and I hark back

who, who, who

you, you, you

and can you go build it level

your own lunchroom

unbox'd poems dropt

on the far rocks

below I wrote

near a stone

it's just alright entwined

through the sky

so what can be landed now

suddenly disappears

and turns around me

so can you truly be well

by speaking reflections to relieve with

who, who, who

you, you, you

very, very, very

brightly I wasn't held upon

trying to find you

a-pearl from what I felt in shells ashore

its own I knew you were from one

blows winds unseen at dusk to

dawn I pauses on

other senses

another surprised you

in other words

does words choose you

are we they to say to vanish away

aways we are you missing always so much

something better

my letter left torn up existing I wrote

in the whole something else found

I can go and stay

amongst but not

against the lonely night

I can go and I stand

like a wall and spray painted on it

the emotional if so

glows and sparkles

spangled across moonless darkness

chooses you

moving me agitates

relieves free

what we left behind shadows afar

flows down and flows straight up

in here for me deep

outta after whereof hurt'd

usually included

one's happiness seems so

maybe I can go

and I stand as me-self lost

awhiles a-fiddle with my heart close to your ear

awhiles I saw it

to sit it all out

reading a-clock

awhiles it befits me not

way over there together

Shines in the shadows 

looking twice

I gets it once in awhile 

that's faded 

I gets it twice from around

the block

for now it's average

but then is divine a-lit

a-lay off it,  parts that got away from

outta here already

for real tomorrow is

Soft in the middle

of cool grass 

thinks about it from outta me

gotta alotta expressions

as before rain encloses in on

bringing in this gone down

two sticks together clicking

picks up every-one beat

and wanna open the edges thence abouts sands

how I lost my

appearance can I

down in my arms fell

distant my heart

I'm settled into the dust blown

I'm trying it on

in jackets upon debris

books and large beams

prefers the old times

or so suffers divines, thems worth two doves;

who, who, who

you, you, you

to an ending up

no meanings awash'd

O'  for somewhat floats

a-realization 

gets me to the creeks beholds a-story

to trek back on

Reviews

[Lorne Blaine]

This one, I feel I can relate to even if I haven't grasp the context of the whole content, which is also good. It seems to depict the occasional self-repricating thoughts and the disconcerting self-instrospection that might befell the writer throughout his writing- I know that hell really well, especially now. But that's just my theory, that aside, I love this spontaneous pace, and more people should have this enigmatic approach on poetry, in my opinion.