Firey words outside of rain town

The prairie is on fire
with flowers
caught in the act
of making forever hours
he opens his head
on the river bed
thoughts get devoured
he acquires new powers
refires his dreams
explores more themes
the hero coward
belly laughing
blood chants
the wind took his pants
while in sleep stance
the sand turned glass
where the earth laughed
cracks on the
seam, strands
of ancient mammoth paths between the thunder crash
& the hum of sunbeams
he needs to let it effect him by any means

So time is a song
and each note
lasts an eon
Of long
longing to be small
to be back with it all
don’t feel so tall
port of call
little ball
Sullen little pollen
warts and all
in slow crawl
seesaw
free fall
it’s all
anyone could have done
with feathers
for fingers
while you’re head
weighs a ton
some suns are bigger
than could be imagined

Feeling colossal cold
to the point of flame
Cursed with a tongue
that could never
speak his name
he awakened tossed back into the game ready for some more of the same

His daredevil walk
with his fox luck
Staring down the barrel
of a box truck
He remains caught
but not stuck
under rocks and sticks transfixed
in toxic shock
by the run off Creek
waiting out the clock
such a thick tick

sun god swaggers
into rain town
He walks to get lost
but he remains found
his sound is drowned out
and drained down
Rain people
touch the place
where the pains found

On the drop of the next roll
he takes stock of his soul
and the cold road’s toll
it’s all fools gold and coal
an empty flask
a dead friends list
of unfinished tasks
his unfinished thought
of days on a hill
full of laughter
and bask
and full fills
yet no spills
now all he has left
is his ask
has no choice
but to be exploited
all the years
in the woods
to avoid it
he wants one last game
before he gives his name
to the poison pit

Disheveled he revels
in the level of ultimate truth yet
He refuses to believe he’s still looking for proof

The prairie
all before
and
ever after
will never know any now

wearily the starlight son walks through the night sky suddenly
the air meets ground
for a tug a war
with a picket fence
fine folk will whence
under all the suspense thunder across the plain the rain feels the need
for a rinse
the sound of time
every color combines
to make black
so far the stars
turn their back
unconvinced
the evened odds
were stacked
against
the front/back
of this canvas

flying needles
with threads entangled make the sacred knot
in the shape of a heart in the shape of these
Kansas stanzas
the strings become cables strung across
land, lives and time songs the songs
that forever puncture songs that bind us
to this concert
the wind is weary
in this juncture
the earth
wants her to thunder
so together
the prairie eats
all permanent structures

some days
our only function
is to witness
the destruction
the song remains
the song belongs
as do all things
that feel the need to sing

Our player piece
drops to his knees
screaming for his name singing the same
crescendo
as that the wind blows
over his bluff
the clouds almost spell it
in fluff
his hollow lungs
hold a hallow hum
always
just smart enough
to play dumb
he’s got a pretend pull
from a pretend place
but he was
always in paradise
and the tears in his eyes are for a home
that is in a time
that is not in this space