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Vagabond’s Vision

Felino A. Soriano

© 2014 Felino A. Soriano     authors-text 08 

The author gratefully thanks editors of the following journals for publishing some of the poems appearing here: Dogmatika, Above Ground Testing, Breed Press, Ann Arbor Review, Because We Write, Bewildering Stories, Blue Fifth Review, Clockwise Cat, Eleventh Transmission, Hecale, iddie, Invisible Ink Poetry, ken*again, Kritya, Locust 5, Pens on Fire, Popular Ink, Rogue Poetry Review, Strange Road, The Houston Literary Review, The Paradigm Online, The Puddle Splashers, The Shine Journal, Ygdrasil, Good Liar, La Fenêtre, Molasses Eyes, Nobody Winks, Silent Actor, The Brave Little Poem Daily, The Flask Review, The Guild of Outsider Writers, and The Persistent Mirage

Vagabond’s Vision #1

Various views from my momentary sitting down,

granting me gregarious

sensuous shapes from artistic angular ensuing,

ageless soaring falcon performing

between bottomless

attributes of winding wind and

influential slants of bouncing blurring light.

Wide, twisting wings, brown extended paintbrush.  

Each brilliant, air-branding

pirouette puts ability to

comprehend my silence, 

size of sand grain, everlasting 

nothingness

below majestic vocal soaring.

Falcon, I view your alphabetic movements,

magical improvisational, contoured construction of language,

high above my praising gaze and

severed, illegitimate tongue.

Vagabond’s Vision #2

Vis-à-vis the quartet blind (re :) back-turned (guarding)

my filthy face, body odor, holed clothes: 

I alone melancholy state, circled table, covered

in burgundy

tablecloth

sipping red wine.  

Quartet allowing

my ears to become intimate with their

jazz.  Sipping red wine while women

rise in twirling imaginations,

shaped from trumpet and saxophone

serenades.   

Festive hips,

contoured clothing, mimic

sultry language.  

They join my loneliness,

interact 

with red wine, 

comment on the candle

highlighting 

table’s clothed

curvature: 

“naked flame

flickering, 

let us copy its

meditative and

various tones of

mischievous

movement.”

Vagabond’s Vision #3

Walking, tired, hungry,

dilapidated,

held back by the chain of embarrassment,

well dressed city dwellers 

alive with unused change.

Weary, I now 

underwater, 

admiration for the beauty of painted fish, 

east toward west movements of propelling scaly tails.   

Aquatic atmosphere replaces souring stomach pains,

exchanges the twisting tiredness of searching

for food’s lips whose touch remains invisible

among the other mirages of life’s unfulfilling

references toward a sustaining satisfaction.

Vagabond’s Vision #4

A repetition of smooth black glistening spiders hanging from 

a clinging wood ceiling is my view from an abandoned

warehouse floor.  Long legible labyrinths of 

interconnecting hoary webs have formed themselves 

around all shadows, my horizontal shadow, whose 

liveliness challenges Plato’s famous philosophy, 

maintaining that indeed my shadow is alive with consistency, 

an entity of extended existence.  Whispering light crawls sloppily 

through broken restless windows, gregariously

greeting cracked concrete and dusty atmospheric dimensions.  

I lie still to avoid conversation with fear and slip into an imaginary 

invisibility to the walking  and wide awake cold.

Vagabond’s Vision #5

Through a hazy maze of 

ancient living oaks,

golden slanting light 

reaches down with 

kind smooth palms and 

gift giving fingers,

feed with warmth browned 

deadened grass a 

skimming squirrel

whose feet like wings of 

hallucinatory hummingbirds

mesmerize eyes of my conversational

chasing gaze.  

Vagabond’s Vision #6

Among the dead, deep below the à la mode environment

where the culture considered popular reveres

reverends, athletic accomplishments, matching couches,

all quasi interesting to those birthed of the Cyclops

species. 

Among the natural philosophers, whose noses

revere the cornucopia of scents splaying in diverse directional

gifts, the rising curtain of black birds covering the

opposite side of dusk’s smiling vernacular,

where syllables combine in juxtaposing reflections

to compete for curling hair glory of moon’s

dainty beauty, preparing to be shown in tomorrow’s

opening pageant.  

Vagabond’s Vision #7

This young morning cold 

has many features, 

fractures, far off from 

my weak connection, 

unhealed:

my unwilling hands

whose bodies have

rubbed themselves

invisible.  

Wind winds its curling 

stretch around the red 

plaster house my back 

has melted into.  

Ice hangs, 

forming frozen 

knives stabbing into 

air’s perennial silence.  

I am too tired to rise 

and observe

the lowest resting knife, 

appreciate the quivering

color maneuvering 

within ices’ hanging 

beauty.

Vagabond’s Vision #8

Windows intended

intentionally

with invisible

bodies to postpone

abilities of outsiders.

These opposite, antithesis

to opaque windows

hide

nothing

nor

mask

the revealing—

as in the right side

of a colon’s

expose:

tonight,

                                    Martians, 

                                    many married,

                                    collide within 

a building’s body,

breathing, assuring

a brutal 

barricade

to bums

whose misfortune,

broken into crumbs

called

fortune cookies

revealing fiction

are not to mingle

or

coexist

with city’s

well off

fat cats.

Through

body guarding windows,

dazzlingly dressed

citizens never gaze 

toward my garbed 

in fig leaf gazes.

Vagabond’s Vision #9

Segregated feet

whose footsteps

articulate 

languages of lingering 

strides,

whether the body of the walker

stumped

or elong-

  ated

reaches

overmedicated tongues, aboriginal

vernacular accepts

traveling

mimicking mirrors

c

  o

  n

f

    u

     s

               i

o

      n

journeys

  all

bodies,

all

bones

drag-

ging

soaking marrow

through marriage

of the manipulated

back into the scenery

of symbolic

segregation.

Vagabond’s Vision #10

What easily dissipates is easily found

inside the “actual.”

Picture: a human brain:

smothered in itself:

fractured: within itself:

below scrutiny:

scrutinized by intellectuals:

the human brain,

embodied by

predisposition to depression,

but this depression

is not depression,

but intuition into interaction

with distraction.

Evil minded blank stares,

in actuality are no more

than paper unfolded waiting

to be scribbled atop in a revamping,

waiting to be awarded by the newly 

found.

Vagabond’s Vision #11

Asleep, awakened by wandering

above average one may call “angelic”

(if in fact the “one” brazen enough to              

 whisper into a culture unaware of winged

creatures, whose haloed heads have 

undergone resurgence, exists)

voice, fluttering the cavity of focusing ear.  

The dream now delusion had succinctly

described a becoming “envisioned.”

Dé- 

jà

Vu

explains an artificial existence, 

a broken circle of pseudo explanations:

apparitions examining thoughts,

things, thinking did this occur before?

I found a broken mirror, broken into several

small samples of my dying surroundings. 

I held the broken mirror

against my dirty face:

my appearance was

without sin

(the brazen “one,” 

I heard his whisper’s continuity 

crawl the pipe of my rusty listening.  

A golden halo lied near fluttering shadows of 

magnificent angel

wings).

Vagabond’s Vision #12

Red 

rhinestone bracelet,

repeated

roundness

‘round the thinness

of a young girl’s 

right wrist.  

Her left wrist

bare as

evacuated

promise.

The pause

which 

stuck my stare

to blank wrist

was possibly,

bolded in

probably    

the reason 

this night, already

cause to buckle beneath

cold’s 

majestic

whip!

—I will exist

lamenting

over the young

girl’s forgotten,   

deceived

twitching 

wrist.

Vagabond’s Vision #13

The embarrassment 

of my erupting 

arrival,

the

wet face features

after donning

downpour,

after 

several onlookers 

point with ogling

dissecting eyes—

dissection

unfastened 

with

man made

mad made

machete.

Vagabond’s Vision #14

Reinventing movement and spatial continuity,

many streaking acrobatic avifauna invented

in tribute to scientific concept,

angular beams mirroring the myriad of

golden slants of introspective light

whose irreplaceable backdrop spread

evenly within the thin blue sheet which allowed a

multitude of created colors to shape

a porous hand; feathers fell forming circles of 

several silhouettes

around the shadow of my silent standing.

         

Alone in a relevant reflection,

I bathed within each tender splayed

feather, feeling far away from the normal filth 

of Sunday through Saturday normality.

Speculation from passerbies’ eyes spoke into the path

of immediate view and my innate specialized hearing. 

Away with and into the pockets of

the metaphorically deceased, I planted the stares,

the many whispers behind curtained hands

as I stood covered in wondrous

fallen, bequeathed feathers now 

hand woven into pure gifts from the 

flying and unheard from.

Vagabond’s Vision #15

Terrified by the sound landscapes of alleys,

their various voices of crude, callous and 

mortal mayhem, thieves peruse with bloodhound

dispositions, I, with an invisible numerical address

must adhere to the goings on, metaphorically and

literally turn my back to the 

systematic hierarchy put in place by those 

without conscience, or face the consequence

of being placed within the realm of psychological

absence.  

Here the illiterate roam severed from safety.  

Many maligned, simply as atrocities beneath the

scope of popular culture’s iconic symbols of

tasteless endeavors, adhesion to the patterned thought process

of forgotten citizens living beneath the flawed umbrella of 

discontent.  

Vagabond’s Vision #16

The smoker was asked to perform elsewhere.
He with the gray-black twirling falling ash and
rising, elderly smoke crawling toward graying

clouds exhaling particular particles and offensive aroma
claiming lung capacity and capsule shaped blends
of oxygen sliding the pipes of moistened throats.        

The smoker refused.        

Infuriated, the obstinate asker asked again.        

Refusal appeared anew, leading to altercation between tongues,
between brandishing vernaculars of shouting expletives.  
Minutes later, moments after wrestling ideas between colliding 

coldly, the asker breathing heavily, within an act of odd
folding over, asked the smoker for a slender cigarette.

Vagabond’s Vision #17

Cold

and decomposing 

within

my metallic shadow,

warmth has gone

guzzled

down

the long

and south-reaching

throat of summer’s

overdone

overrated metaphor.

Sitting askew alone

across horizon impersonation

of horizontal park 

bench,

beautifully dressed, garbed in perfume,

her voice placed into soil of my lonely ears “hello.”  

Gorgeous woman

with weaving locks 

of lemon shade.

She asked many questions 

of my current

mood and 

disposition

      and confessed her

brown eyes have for several 

days observed my many strides across

this park of vertical pines.  

We continued

our 

movement of lips

discussing

the many

positions

of pines’ prosperous 

shadows,

the fascinating shapes

of crossing branches

carved atop paths of 

silhouettes petite dimness lying

quiescent along the nakedness of city park

concrete.

Vagabond’s Vision #18

Listening to merriment

which lead to my own off 

balance laughter

spreading

the clasp of my lips

into an abstract portrait

of fluttering dragonflies’

unnamable angles.

An expensive, expansive

boat of elegantly dressed

do-gooders, danced and drank

beneath stretched out light

holding its pose high inside

the silver thread of Saturday night.

Wearing white trousers,

navy blue blazers, men

danced with wondrous women,

singing tones of naïve talent.

I, camouflaged by turned backs

observed, 

continued to explore the assorted

movements

and charming moments

of off-key dancing.  

Vagabond’s Vision #19

“Listen”

I believe escaped into bodily form,

from a vicious tongue,

a voice, if tangible, would resemble

sliding rain, and if rain, would have 

landed roughly atop the formation

of my rounded nose.  This voice-shape

sat cemented seemingly did

not want to erase itself from the tone

it left within the cave of my listening.

Hurried into psychotic circles,

into believing I needed psychotropic

medication. 

        Happily, luckily

alone, I rammed my head heavily

into the rusty disposition of my memory

and

hid

behind handmade curtains

made of discarded newspaper

with news of the many languages

of men and many missions to rediscover

forgotten epiphanies.  

Vagabond’s Vision #20

An extension from my dirty hands,

hands too frightened to hold blunders

dropped purposely, passionately atop dragging shadows 

of my walking body, extended from my hands, 

their hands, the reflections whose representations 

understand silence to speak vernacular of truth defined by 

folding itself within shapes of the smiling being.  

Understanding this prosperous language of impersonating

truth, of simplistic revelation deemed golden by the darkened

living inside obstructed paths.  All reflections, blank, spotted,

split centered through their curvaceous cranium: 

these retain remembrance for the catching eye,

for the hands of the pupils burn into the mirror

of gold spotted reflections, an intellectual image.  

Vagabond’s Vision #21

This morning of mischief,

sadness from secular former Fathers

sat together sipping espresso, alone

in front of a blaring, singing

large TV.  These songs were not part of

former isolation and planned devotion,

however, 

through humming

devotion

to a modern style of dedication,

between sips

of espresso,

former

Fathers,

sang distant from harmony

while onlookers passed them smiles

and an occasional

refill into porcelain 

cups.

Vagabond’s Vision #22

The white statue which stands 

prominently

promising

a place for various birds to perch

sits centered inside the city’s belly.

Unknown names visit throwing

stained pennies into surrounding

splash of arching rising fountain.  

Watching I laugh at the dunce

act, the forward arm motion of

flinging pennies mirrors

the myriad of birds

who daily interact with desertion.

Standing silent above the circling water,

the many pennies resemble

dirty propositions

where wishes

evaporate 

into rising 

exodus.

Vagabond’s Vision #23

Understanding the melancholy,

the melodramatic stances of those

pronouncing sadness to be esoteric, 

the faceless indeed have faces

in the faith of emotional dispositions.

A young boy garbed in isolated

paths of shooting tears, his reddened

face a plastic mask a mother cannot

recognize.  As I observe his crying,

a blackbird feeds the gray slime of

a slithering worm deep into the throat

of her young.  

Vagabond’s Vision #24

Relaxing beneath rose-colored
embroidered sky, empathetic to broken-
winged-left-to-submerge-beneath-normality blue jay.
Its chirp reminiscent of triangle of connecting concern,
I smiled prior to slowly and softly scooping its shivering royal
feathers.  Bathing in light blue jay,
lied still across my pallid palm in pain.
Against my chest and rhythmic intuition,
I continued to embrace the bawling bird while
the mentioning of ether transformed
our mind states into healing.

Vagabond’s Vision #25

Gorgeous in a standing still moment,
in the stylistic movement of
an hourglass's sliding sand
whose contours catch each miniscule
grain as in the touch of a mother's dying
touch, a vision seen by my brightest eyes
gradually as in gradation, mentioned
within the landscape grown horizontally
across the harshness of my mind.
The gorgeous description called
"garden of lush language"
represents many vines which wind willfully
around tongues of imagination,
unify and explore various tones of
unvisited voices.  These voices,
many with buried unheard
vocabulary, unleash with
overwhelming tangible ability,
put forth mind designs, designations,
separating shyness from my tongue's
ability to articulate "hello."

Vagabond’s Vision #26

The many mirrors of interpretations stand,
staring into my strange eyes.
These many mirrors take form of
ideological personas, personal agendas.

As usual, alone, facing the wind's
multi-colored music, layered in
blues interpreting greens,
shades of intellect share an interrupted
misguided view of reality.

These colors
along with interpretations
are from those who stare and conclude
with closing eyes, I alone in bankrupt attire
belong elsewhere, perhaps beneath an afterthought—
or next to the kin of an alley of vicious red mixed with
graffiti altered rust.

Vagabond’s Vision #27

Garbed in solitude,
I maintain brotherhood, a fondness,
a familial connection with aluminum,
which never flattens into pressed
reinvention, unless night,
its bouquet of blankets covers and
caresses, closes in on my opened eyes,
forces this aluminum—
my conjoined shadow to dissipate into
levitation, I become a true leviathan,
angry with evening, shouting windblown
fears into earth's unknown listening.

Vagabond’s Vision #28

Standing 

silently.

I noticed a duo,

a young duo, dancing.

The dancing duo

did not notice

my eyes had wandered

into perched position

to engage in their 

dancing

beautifully.

Beneath a shower

of particular golden slanting

light, whose fingers skimmed

in a silent warmth, grazing the

surrounding pines, highlighting their

gnarled trunks, the watching and dangling

piercing cones.

He continued to twirl his girl

and she, a twirling blur

of smiling dance

resembled

a hummingbird

hovering atop

a blue flower.

Vagabond’s Vision #29

Soaked by sunlight, antithetical

to last night’s downpour of 

slanting, descending, silvery rain.

I prefer this day’s disposition, 

its rays of multilingual hands of

drying day long arduous work. 

Muttering toward myself

a language of content,

dragonfly swoops within

view to attract my eyes and 

obtain serenity’s circular shape

of illusion, interaction

with turquoise impression.   

Vagabond’s Vision #30

Prior to my wandering life, 

I traveled through myriad of ornamental

gatherings, wearing cloaks of misery

involving fooling those wearing horizontal

X-shaped ties, socializing with reprobates

who behind facetious smiles,

faces resembled broken façades.  

Today a bat wearing black and 

peculiar moments of wanting

to converse grazed the shoulder

of a naked moment.  

We braided thick and 

specialized glances before 

an on comer caused sudden disappearance,

death to our visual conversation.  

As the black flashing bat vanished,

night cloaked me with long

strands of light weight webs,

but this night did not involve

fooling.

Vagabond’s Vision #31

Especially after sleeping,

my tremors remember to again

regain absence.  These tremors

many times appear without antecedent.  

When these tremors disappear I again am able to sit,

stand or lie still.  Walking through

my preferred park, pines fill the eyes

of my oscillating vision, the monochromatic

vertical stillness juxtaposed with

stray littered white rocks surrounding slender pine trunks

contrast the oily shade of pines’ svelte sprout.  

A young, green pinecone finds my right hand, recalling

my tremors, as in a late night fight

with the wind’s bullying shake,

the pinecone succumbs to overwhelm

falling to an unknown position and

eventually the unshaken devotion

of my right hand.

Vagabond’s Vision #32

As the adage whirls within

my anonymous mind states,

time falls, time wrapped around

invisible wrists of the strolling lost,

on this descriptive hand woven delusional day,

my ambidextrous shadow has molded itself

into an abstract rendition of a valuable hourglass,

the sand, my breath, exhaling a counselor

entwining fallen time with separated 

language of trusted, distinctive, sheltered harmony, 

glowing, flowing toward paths visually flourishing.

Vagabond’s Vision #33

Sitting beside silver splashes of animated memories.

Beneath favorite pines etching silence,

green and vertical montages 

varying in piercing height.  

Memories, memories

when held, heat offends my pale palms

causing constant slamming,

a succession of high-speed

deliberate murder of memories

deemed dangerous.

According to myth engraved across

Anonymous King’s tombstone,

“when a memory is deracinated,

psyche digs into grief,

into dissatisfied portion of manic persona,

shoveling all memories (minus delight)

atop position of intentional despair.”

Vagabond’s Vision #34

“The neck of that sleeping swan

resembled a leaning umbrella.”

—a passerby

Indeed, an immaculate

creature, beyond vernacular

of my tongue’s timid call,

sitting, slightly leaning

against invisible paneled

wall.

An absolute

rendition 

of Autumn’s following 

covering

of its many feathers and total

aquatic stillness. 

The route of its future 

unknown

and would render

me false prophet

to proclaim.  

I 

leaped toward undulating bush,

imitating opposite

movements

of imperturbable

sleeping swan.  

Vagabond’s Vision #35

The movement of minute and mammoth smiles 

swirls in circles, swaying

east and west around the atmosphere

of revolving time consuming

blinking breaths.  Authors

of these smiles, the flickering formulas

who slide sideways along predestined

pedestrian paved porcelain, their dispositions

donning wings of high pitched decorum.

Such correct behavior brought my own

face into a reflection 

of segregating lips,

mirroring those with wings 

I witnessed balancing

within silent air,

laughing.  

Vagabond’s Vision #36

Every other day, each occupational revelation

regarding 

sun’s skipping rise,

bipolar, between sky’s inherited, authoritative

dance of day/night, this imaginative

example of desquamating reality

unfurls between an ocean of 

gold and gray.  

Antiquity rises in marigolds, maroon

shadows 

from voluptuous flowered heads

bequeath

voluminous features into heavy hands.

Thus far, by far, the vast connection

by unseen, surreal, likely beings,

belong inside planned

revelation,

realized 

in the desquamated

skin of skipped

afterthought.

Vagabond’s Vision #37

We,

myself and three slight circles 

collided coldly

carrying a collection of odd shapes,

not matching my mirror image

nor three circles suspended

suspiciously about my naked neck.

The found fastidiousness could not agree

nor find the fit of angular stimulation

needed to retrofit such apparent

transgressions.

Negotiations rose vis-à-vis 

comprehending the now bleeding neck 

removed from torn, circleless shapes

belonging to the being

of my street-wandering, cismontane 

self.

Vagabond’s Vision #38

The perspective of my disgusted understanding,

bystanders enunciating hate, hate speech

specializing in pluralizing expletives against myriad

of momentary pining for irrational images, eroding

tongues of the dispirited narcissists.  Metaphors

from these habitual haters hung, erasing 

avant-garde morning’s calligraphic signature.

Behind the before they understood my presence,

I posed with subtle pleasure, purposely crumbling

into a scented vault of calendulas.  

Vagabond’s Vision #39

Sanctioned to sit in orange illumination,

branches bend, half-break,

bend back into opaque, ripened origami,

as blue birds in straight line

angular beams,

burst forth causing clash of 

opposing color wheel

representation.

Something sacred in munificent delegation,

facing brethren of swimming

sustenance, seesawing atop

wind given chalcedony.

Moments in which the wings

of awakened avifauna erupt,

amalgamation of vertical, vertigo

spin into a haywire of suspended

explanation.  

Vagabond’s Vision #40

Gilded not in gold

but pseudo manmade, made up

invention 

which expands

in such expensive reconstruction,

this invention dons golden medals

of victorious, conned creations.  

Away in reaching awry paths, megaphones,

mega-tones, vociferous beings

bear the language, hands,

the intellect to script manuscripts,

the intellect to trick inferior

knowledge, override those artists 

with yellow crayons,

gilders

whose gold has faded into mysterious

reprimand.

Vagabond’s Vision #41

A cloud form of stomping horses

holds

my upward glimpse

and I 

recall

an antique collection

of browned postal stamps.

Simulated,

nonverbal orchestra of leaping bizarreness: 

equine, equid, hinny, skinny representations

of offspring hybrids.  The radical documentations

floated high within mutilated cloud

formations, mind imaginations,

the greatest of mind control vacationed in green

pastures, wheat textures, deeply in deep south

separated schools of psychotomimetic thought. 

Vagabond’s Vision #42

The perception of preconceived philosophy,

resulted in over exposed head nodding, yakking

yes men, blinded by bewildering transparencies,

kissing hands of hierarchies, hugging henchmen

wearing doilies for dunce caps.  

The self-honored,

descriptive, dispositional duper, 

allowing affronted “team” to bathe

silver shining ring 

in prosperous saliva 

as team’s keenly kneeling,

now acclimated to opposite of ascension,

to rhythmic backstabbing,

rhyming back talking, 

teeming, contextual 

cold-blooded 

blindfolding.

Vagabond’s Vision #43

What was believed, 

I saw racing in an image

hard shaped inside unknowable,

bowed, crowned tree branch.  

Five

black birds, red birds, blue birds,

racing into release of invented,

invisible,

unprinted hands

held,

threw from,

(not a pseudo-release, as in discarded throw from untalented athlete)

quick-release, snapping rubber band finger,

flinging forward raw shapes of renewed 

rumors. 

A bell rang, trembled in its banging clang,

alleged to have unprinted hands against

its hanging rope, dangling

in fear from disappearance

and

disapproving demands

from cawing

fifteen colored birds.

Vagabond’s Vision #44

These moments of momentous wanderings,

cause such intense pleasures, forays

into organized freedom and prolonged

imagination.   Awakening hours and

improvised moods far from yesterday's

arrival, exemplifies this non-territorial

new nascence existence.

My prior life of wandering, following flaws.

Pencils adhered to pendulum of my mechanically

inclined hand.   The music of such boredom brought

death to musicians.  Daily rituals, rigorous deadlines,

tracing the equator halving lunch hours

spent educating zombies.

This morning, a bleached flower

unearthed by abandoned silver can,

claimed my attention for several seconds.

This life I desire. I need not contemplate,

debate, battle my conscious, imagine imaginary

angels atop shoulders of my slouching torso,

battling until blood reflects an image of

retrospect.

Vagabond’s Vision #45

My current, a tree fully blossomed

blocking ugliness of exanimate

professionally pallor unblushing

ugliness.  Tree of oak hybrid-

hugging hallucinatory discomfiture,

twin movements roughly revolving like

altercating hummingbirds.  Thinness

of air relaxes between

my comfortable space of allowed

creatures to comfort impersonations.  

Paper bag tone

leaves map their path, stepping down

folded hues of graying ambiance.  

Leaves’ veins held tightly wound

words regarding birth (bloom, this function

fed from shapes of C, blossoming phase

sprouting north, mirroring those 

of feathers).  

Wind’s motioning hand

turning metaphorical pages

describing leaves’ living, alive atop 

various bowing branches (colored by

splayed chlorophyll, nondescript aboriginal

attribute brought dreary days

throughout  lives of light, 

nights where owls

perched in particular poses awaiting

prey).  

A self-inscribed elegy remained across an edge

of the largest leaf 

(on this day of death, destructive

dimension of closed door, green has subsided

into erased product of brown’s seniority.  

Holes from many hungry tracking bugs

resemble freckled spots across womens’

skin that picked flowers beneath us.  

Erased is valued vernacular of running

rampant children climbing the tree

of our rudiments, now the coughing crunch of 

aging broken bodies).

Vagabond’s Vision #46

Seeds of solitude dressed in

dark haired army-green moss of morning’s

darkness, these seeds of outcasts

from prior dangerous dangling

now found nearly dead in proprietary

companionship with drying grass.

Somehow in a somewhere defined

momentary color, near where

seeds have fallen, defined by dainty

dents dated far back before

my entering introduction.

Light slithering lightly southbound,

bound to ancient objet d'art, multitude of 

layered meaning, dancing liaisons hiding until 

darkness drives its need on heads of nails

deeply into the saddened soil

next to seeds of solitude whose 

heads hide, renegades harboring handfuls

of light, slightly within dents

of the myriad of fractures.  

Vagabond’s Vision #47

Landward

pinecone with thousand hands

protruding

discreet desolation.  

Desolate absence

bountiful in the 

opposite, pinecone

clenching obstinacy,

trait of habitual

clinging, pinecone

interesting examination

of isolation, stubborn

clinging symbolizes

penury, impoverished

hands upward, 

            branchless.

Vagabond’s Vision #48

Nonlinear influences had it up to

above craggy neck lines of breathing 

skill, the whereabouts that have west

-south mimicking migrating birds

like gathering golden-white geese,

long and everlasting “could

they?” the question an abstraction

in fluorescent juxtaposition with jive

vernacular of jazz musicians.

Clouds in a hovering vacuum 

exposing whiplash, 

bluish green whirling the neck

of unaware gold, the imagination of a dizzy 

turnaround turns saneness successful, 

a monster of two heads 

arguing a battle of refuted

resolution.

Vagabond’s Vision #49

Nests have risen man-made from 

human-fascinated feathers (if so-on

exists, this arm-long day

extended by an arched,

over curving, so-on finger)

lights rest in baby forms

capsulated into

supreme, superior, 

superlative, etc.,

moving wildly within swaying,

boat-leaving flashing,

as in a new neon display,

birds too afraid to nest

within these ultra nests,

opulence of these August

creations, feathers form

stippled dust, sprinkling

the flying functions

of archaic arcade games.

Vagabond’s Vision #50

Near where miracles stand straight up,

uplifting loudly in their lyrical

calligraphy, colors dance 

in congregated tribunal distribution,

tribute non-deceived

nor mirage,

yes collage

mainly visual attributes

articulating

      stepping 

        stones

landing across streams

where cross-eyed fish walk 

undefined

by revolutionary devotion

to subconscious evolution.

Vagabond’s Vision #51

A specified error

in climatic change

under

water damages stilled by settled sun’s

reaching hands

which hold with high tech,

highest pitch to 

humanly possible

heard.  The shortest sitting down

squatting

ride brazen seahorses’

leaping fungi, 

with plenty left in a repertoire

regarding fancy letters

leftover atop spinning sand grains,

standing salt,

bloated, sumo wrestling orange fish.

A never before envisioned

forecasts as this specifically

dominating

the underworld

aquatic aspects in an allegorical

progression of captivating

change.  

Vagabond’s Vision #52

The gold of an unzipped arrival,

unblemished syntax

need not translate into forbidden,

foreseeable now,

such a psychic of last night’s

lightning, whose coughing

broadcasting foretold a false

instant,

remained within a closet collapsing

underneath cedar dust and particles

of particular danger.  Loudness

landed thundering between the gaunt-

let’s 

guilt and bloody blade,

a cry for more, a cry because

disguise was unveiled after all echoes

had arrived.  

Vagabond’s Vision #53

Somewhat largest of the Unknown Immersions,

beyond knee deep into a catastrophic approach,

breathing becoming an encroachment upon

afterthought, dim, death near.  Massacre whose

self righteous shift glows in demonic realms of

damned floaters.

Vagabond’s Vision #54

Swamp dedicated to redirecting

eyes to new definition.  

Golden not traditional brown décor

bathing dispositional equals

of squealing creations

called “fatsos.”  

Here, negative never looming is existing.

Counterculture 

accepts counterfeit monetary compensation, 

brazen and otherwise

of all personal beliefs welcome,

motherless, fatherless 

those whining

within a fear of becoming 

parentless.

Swamp of new magnitude, measured 

by unwelcome population,

erased, dried by swift opening

toward welcoming every aspect of

tangible tomorrows.

Vagabond’s Vision #55

A bone of contention battles eye of metaphor and
realistic eye.  Through a standard peppermint
stained straw found near the sole of
my irreplaceable foot held at eye level,
imagination controls

"would a building sucked
fully holding shape stick holding
stiff solidly centered,
completely whole without fear,
within the body of my found-
by-foot straw?"

Recalling waves wound into circling
clings of blue rolling knots,
eventually flattening—
dying before exhaling a last
request to feed sand's
sprawling thirst.

Sitting facing a tall intact wall,
the bridge of a decent
thought across three other mind frames
runs toward trying to make
sense of the beforehand.

As I head toward this destination,
realization becomes my realistic eyesight,
a hollow hallway of curious wants.

Vagabond’s Vision #56

Experimental exhales
representing tentative existences,
translucent documentation
coiled inside left-handed lines of oxygenic gifts,
right-handed wind wrapped birds
flown quickly from fractured
west-facing windows.

Million eyes of minions opened,
following footsteps of blind-believing leader,
nocturnal neophytes, green personas
cascading legs of night's dramatic,
overbearing living.
Seemingly seamless dangling voices of
heart beating stutters,
softly in the surveillance of
beforehand, the experienced are never experimental,
tentative, rather preserve a casket called
stilled shadows, delineating protruding
lifelong lunar appendages,
forming secondary equations into
barely breathing takeaways.

Vagabond’s Vision #57

Lungs of the wheezing pine

have become an after jolt

before altered assumption,

under medicated, slowly

picture to flipping picture,

animation

a postscript inside affirmation disguised

to fool the healed and healthy.

Fine hair like that of chinaware feathers

swirl, shaving copasetic 

shapes into branches’ robust physique

and swaying uneasy architecture.  

A borrowing lean hides in decline,

descent near graveled roads, not a definite

defeat unless pine becomes

a nevermore,

bending beneath

relentless squeeze

of Asthma’s facilitated torment.

Vagabond’s Vision #58

Reflex of moon's southern slant

caught eye of northern most leaf,

nearest and highest among brightest colored eyes

Blinking in synchronized diversity

with thousands of fantasies proved factual realizations

unneeded by monetary offerings, gift-giving hands

thwarting imaginations.  Chasing invisible currents

whose mimic of wave negotiations end where

sand declares one-sided winner.

Night wanderers relegated to watching simulated reality,

broke into half absorbed shapes named

hallucinatory images.

         

     

Vagabond’s Vision #59

A language of difficult endings, belonging
below an undulating field of wind bashing
beginnings, symptoms of the gone long ago
before hush was the vertical finger
whose feel symbolized discreet metaphorical
quietness, hanging among quiet and crooked
branches designed to feed mans' deliberate need
to forget hunger.

To allow is to enter, spin within exit,
return, develop into diverse examples of existence,
a nevermore or before, hiding high above aquatic
shadows, sadly remorse ailing causing avalanche,
encompassing all breathing thoroughly, circle entirety
inside a zero of interpretative meaning.

Vagabond’s Vision #60

The crooked slant of organic light crowning outward,
ongoing motions, a cyclone of spinning epiphanies
echoes the repositioning bounce of plain form salutations,
elevating gesticulations, nonverbal realities colored by hands
saluting flags formally underlined,
coded in ancient history.

A body has bleached beyond tones of understanding.
In its vacancy, a tangible voice
marked by caresses, controlled with erased hands
a compassionate blend of inward possessions,
sentences control flowing blood of
remaining alive—an afterward succumbed
to the sharpened axe of delineation of
reattaching rebirth.

Vagabond’s Vision #61

Chronological anthology of opposite eyesight,
misbelieving toward a specified truth.
Sky saluted benevolence.
There returned inward, maintaining hand-formed
formations, the indocile created molds into mere
crawls through pin holes exiting larger than it had
entered.

Blue wild birds streaked into visual metaphoric absence,

clinging into a furthermore attempt of an otherwise, 

a contextual habitat to release purity in a death spewing spiral.

Vagabond's Vision #62

The door of rebellion pushes
an equation of positive force,
a never negative subtraction of 

superficial relationship between
here and shipped away future,
a fathom of a dream left inside decomposing
disposition, crying into shadows of 

reflective echoes, light years from eclipsing
a left behind notion of becoming an again.
Abstraction overheard a surreal voice 

speaking in tongues through a vast space
a vernacular of newness,
spatial conquests, deaths in gravity
pulled left of escalating awkwardly.
Simultaneous extensions, light from light
to experimental landings—
circled amongst catastrophes bending,
arriving atop legs of broken, barely breathing contours.

Vagabond’s Vision #63

What was worth opening, dilution overthrew that notion,
negated with overlapping inundation a plastic
diaphanous concoction with superfluous threads,
which dangled virtually visual as
dogs wagging tails.
An engulfing segment of colorful cataract, blue entwined with green,
uplifting spiraling sounds, cawing crows.
Small danger, dangling stilettos, breathing rushed in light,
radiating within white lungs of cocooning clouds.
Recognizing shapes, reverberation,
back flipping addictions to remembering past methods,
forays into memory erected mind rooms,
threading blankets of room warming recollections.

Vagabond’s Vision #64

The tongue of split centered its face forward,
eyes higher than obvious appearance became matinee,
moments beyond landed articulation.
Three bluebirds multiplied mid-flight,
spun into divided families of negotiations,
fell with feathers expressing delirious
word-movements sculpting frantic
illuminations toward hourglasses of neon
granulations gradating among glassy levels,
triangular points formed to fit highest where
equations of multiple birds speculate existence,
fed on sautéed renditions of graying worms,
congregating among silent, various visions. 

Vagabond’s Vision #65

The slight color of whimsy, discolor of affricated speech
sped forth into a day long path toward new birth, 

simultaneous convictions of
truth/tolerance.
Many bypass on speeding sharp views of shooting thorns.
Certain aspects range from wide moons,
ovals akin to broken boomerangs
flung from disregarded
ambition of forgotten directions—
other voices encourage entourages
follow females with hollow hearts, 

heavy gold-toothed halos.
The reminiscing, heads hang
taunting gravity's taught tug
on memory's puppet's
pull-me-down—long before the subsequent occurs,
many men shall elope with the found inside simultaneous
surroundings.

Vagabond’s Vision #66

Strings of letters

forming liberties

of familial alphabets

sewn

syntax interrelated meaning

defining myriad mirrors

reflecting

senses,

           gaze concealed within fragrance

below a listening idiom

terrorized

by tracing touch

whose contoured lines wear

  coronas colored in odd tones

tones worth audacity assortment

silhouettes, devotion adhering toward

horizontal niches creviced 

cornered

garbed in complete comprehension.

Announced forgotten

returned fabricated

masked hallucinogenic transitions

into a time named “memory”

singular translucence appears

to blame, forming a broken neighbor,

a face minus letters

missing features of reversal.

Vagabond’s Vision #67

A silent fire resumes elsewhere, 

celebrating separation,

finger blaming tangents 

foreseeing heirlooms, 

golden rings magnified meant as brass bracelets

torn from tufted pockets,

tightly packed,

memories of musical flies.

Released against sheeted screens,

against hallmark explanations,

colors transgress involving

many cadavers, deliberately inflicting

open wounds, sour sounds,

threaded opposite sideways

turning vertical hushing strums

into delicate violinist’s desire,

bequeathing momentary

evaporation of exotic tonal

tiredness.

Smoke deceased, decreasing scenery,

substituting malfunctioning 

intricate beliefs with high intensity

complex theories.

Hitherto has remained an untainted version 

of translated instruments.

Vagabond’s Vision #68

Trust in diligence enhances proclamation.

Dance disguised, masks immobilized

by the misguided hands of alter-egos,

relatable portions regarding

scarred feet, sacred nuances engulfing larger

definitions augmenting drudgery’s desire,

empathy rewired into a specific patois,

canary squealed expressions.

Pacified, as in a backfired muffle, melody composed

of muted, cultivated cruelty,

underwent removal, constituting diligence

exhaled proclamation, referencing

voice-targets under multi-sequenced siege.

Vagabond’s Vision #69

Decomposing aftermath realizing voices whisper,

intelligent culmination designing designated harps,

suggesting golden glow among the people,

glorifying dance above whistling dimness,

counting serenading rhythms,

showering praise atop the crowd.

Five pleasures beyond recognizable attributes,

carved semblance relating momentary

deliverance devoting displaced pleasure

possibly later depleted.

A fasting forgotten bathes in dust,

twirling in prosthetic light

regaining motion, remembering 

human memories

hung evenly among uneven

peripheral events.

The missing, the pre-decomposing hush,

prior to evaporating sagas,

movements strung across air invented thread,

torrent miracles, concrete, steps,

demarcate rooms’ perception.

Vagabond’s Vision #70

Comatose seashells, sapphire demeanor,
discoloration transpired,
sun once, equiangular glances
against rusted gazes
meant for south looking algebraic
faces with gouged eyes glaring
at overlapping, external limbs,
lending abstract obscurity concerning
extraordinary hidden code of artifacts.
Wind's vernacular spoke of series
of tumultuous anti-tributes,
sand's back walking showed symptoms,
sickness, rounded stomachs
containing immobilizing
contamination.

What's broken amid separated
paths of wind's splayed message,
a faraway premise, green tower
housing millions of vibrant seashells,
versus a habitat of chaotic throwbacks,
the unwanted habits, chaotic beyond
familial resemblance.

Vagabond’s Vision #71

Celebrated silence donned antiquated prophecies—

whose hiding behind falsified modernisms

revealed delicate remnants of circling reoccurrences.

Debating veils degrading many in between slumping

shoulders, shaved heads shaped in formations triggered

remembrances.

Desire sans action equates to popular culture,

cleansing sutured syllables atop silenced dreams

remaining aligned with sustaining benevolent concomitants.

Vagabond’s Vision #72

Blue streaking birds raced, inward bound,
synchronized effort,
running wings arc-molding backs
impersonated eyes with straining squints
whose attaching legs
squatted.

Coordinated aches
rose in cramping detriments,
birds
        broke
among the spiritual avalanche
allowing spirals to abandon space—
every other alive attribute with breathing capability
wore gravity of thrill seeking fibers
passing through needle holes of obsolete dimensions.

The forward moving day ended
signing a calligraphically
unnamable sketch next to abandoned
sawed-in-fractions, breathless,
elevated canoe.

Vagabond’s Vision #73

An interesting portfolio unfolded,

assortment of visual folds fashioned from 

antediluvian animate wrinkles,

designed to engage one interested

in mysterious hands who pleated

analogous pages underneath wedges

of unseen personal preferences.

Varieties outlined stimulation

in contoured degrees, imitating oscillation of absence,

revisiting smiles, congregating wings

erasing light across north-spreading eyes, 

each opening presented unclenching fists

vanishing layered contours of contemporary  caricatures.

Vagabond’s Vision #74

Abstract preconception, lost otherwise 

to well known thinkers,

set across teeming tables of desolation,

heard by screams scraped off by the alone,

a poet of himself scribbling metaphors

of four vowels describing forests maintaining 

distance, never restoring a mother’s melancholy root.

Tears overcoming well advanced in advance trembled

before landing, tricking minuscule eyes, 

trying to focus on unabridged deceptions

without truncation.

Poet’s sadness was appropriate,

genuine, for the poet’s mother

organically in original dance finale

threw son from highest branch,

and he balanced mid-toss, documenting

morbid desolation in stanza sketches,

landing allegedly away from preconceived

sadness.

Vagabond’s Vision #75

A free falling follower unafraid of being followed, 

followed drinking unobstructed many,

steps toward forward destination.

Follower fell, regained unbalanced balance, 

began again following

hurried message within

chemically conversing brain.

Follower flew atop free flowing

horizontal concrete, navigating flowers

high above normal finger touching halt, 

dedicated to following with fingers

petals of irreversible return.

Vagabond’s Vision #76

Of all the circular collisions

hiding in visual step asides

collecting particles of pale

penchants for dust inheritance,

the give back and take nothing 

mirrors visual collective,

collected by superstitious hands

connected by wandering celestial

have nothings.  

Soon was opened into splashing

sections.  Of then how the altered

speech spoke: eyes, many interwoven,

conducted lashing, musical lashing,

lashing music across dusky blinking.

Afterward

many

arrived

late.

Late

arrival

the conduit to which anatomy birthed 

colliding stares.

Vagabond’s Vision #77

Cleanliness displays relief its doppelganger

remains a clandestine

mirage

fall 

falling farer 

misleading

many

rewriting

 architecture.  

True, the swiping big swing jumping spring

cannot conclude sans signature: 

elevated relevance

elite advance 

communication,

arguing toward

solidarity.

Singular purpose hung surprising low,

writing prepaid answers

where illiterate languages

bathed backwards

reading numbers,

exhaled by wind’s

meant-to-wither

authoritative 

throat.

Vagabond’s Vision #78

Infinite coloration

unusual delineation unused focal space corresponding

coronation 

light

crowning

light

slipping

paths

toward a naming of important disposition.

Spinning through existential circles 

drawing slow drags across metaphysical poster boards.

Late, bodies blur vertical/horizontal-wake/sleep

as in flowers holding their sculptured physiques still outside the mouth of wind’s 

binging breath.  

Night lacks coloration—

uneven balance  humdrum gray sells bankrupt boxes without profit.

Day mutates shedding color gradation gold

green blue becoming variations of former 

nonexistent tools of forested land.

Landing among newness:

morphing alternatives 

to surrealistic nuances.

Vagabond's Vision #79

Weaponry lost in flaming miscalculations.

Tongue-weapon, an of-course, 

teasing from miscreant toward

intellectual obese awaiting.

Tides of conversations teetered unevenly,

smeared fog across malfunctioning seesaws

nearer never than from close at hand had miniscule

chance to compose simultaneous victor.

Neither underwent prior nor post depression,

miscreant leaped toward mischievous metaphor, 

delegating earnings, monetary delusions,

escaping into bladed room of ambidextrous

defeat.

Vagabond's Vision #80

The concept of parting waters, 

dangling flesh: shallow spines interact

amongst buoyant light pacing among fingers

reaching tips of splaying feathers,

revolving parted ways whose complete shadows

show conjoined continuity,

abstract living beings:

twilight, land, fire, water,        

sequence explains birth’s subsequent existence 

becomes a reflective mirage which sways

in the rising ensuing.  

Vagabond's Vision #81 

Ribbons manifested into vomit from pocket of mundane

magician, waving invisible wand,

brandishing non-thought provoking brain movements,

somewhat sadistically at pedestrians 

crossing crowded corners caressing cellular phones

                                    

perched on linear attention spans,

located away from and next to circular

spasms causing muscular anger

in multiple ways attracting dots,

connecting a popular culture 

characterized by spontaneous    

multiple diversions.

Ignoramus white gloved hands

expecting soothing admiration

for clichés, lies naked 

among the moving wind and naked

stares who with vision toward elsewhere

skip shadows, and the underfed rabbit

elevating blandly atop thrift store fedora.

Vagabond’s Vision #82

Pleasure gauged its temperature high,

untouched.  Fire’s fury, rage located, roaring

Rebel, spinning against originals unlike others

looking towards him.  

Then,

middle, stomach hurls vulgarity, revealing

pulsing odes to discourse with displeasure.  

Rhythm exposed dramatic unmusical tangents

scraping the unearthed positions/pulls

parallel to sacramental voices

calling from high among the interior

unheard, listening to scribbling positions 

atop blanketed scrolls.

Vagabond’s Vision #83

Microphones obliterated silence,

also, the meaning of whispers having to surprise

through large active, activated speakers,

splurged with content of the laughing matter.

Octaves climbed vocal ladders arranging facets

of face-features and body-animals,

along wooden arcing woolen procedures,

meant as obstacles, ending as happy mistakes

listening to loudness.

Glorified wings resembling rooftops of exultant homes

overheard terms of overwhelming endearments,

reaching and embracing movements attached to exalted

benevolence.

Vagabond’s Vision #84

Trumpets bloomed tightly, wound lips

embouchure smooth as almost dead, speechless lakes.

Nothing more than shapes which in a mimic of a picture

magical reflection crossing the cultural edge

of a winding zigzag note, rising in remembrance

like pipe smoke singing twirling in tones of surrealists',

resembling phony pathos toward a crying mother

of a baby born beneath brimstone.

Vagabond's Vision #85



Runaways sustain sanity
only if their absent minds
escape into attendance,
attached to whirls of meandering
mind altering designations,
where crawling voices
acknowledge atrophy, their mischief
ignorant to large landfills of symbols combed
of inviolability, erasable misery.

In a profound mistake,
only if understood as such,
which rarely an animal pounces
from depths discovered, wandering distances,
long strides becoming breakable
aspects of created diversions.

Vagabond’s Vision #86

Translation omitted as tongues united

preceded by salutations dishonorable attempts

accented

assaultive behavior brainwashed she

wearing 

blond wig

attempt of foolish

stealing eyes

of male enhanced as

gentleman concealed gigolo.

Gone away he

as well within yanking twist of wind’s

forearms’ twirl

taupe toupee

symbol of masculine diversity’s

prevalent hiding she persuaded

by “sweet” attempt to discard

normal 

fading toward an aging education

leapt into faux forward ambition

swapping

semblances of human hair and

attempting occasional mea culpa.

Vagabond's Vision #87



Modest moments
akin to almost nothingness,
pursuing an escape from cluttered attributes,
attributed to over-the-edge
pushing of saddening
murmurs.
Escape requires relinquishing desire.

Doors,
the more elaborate retain closure.
A gifted hand
spun coloristic yarn into gifts
bequeathing symphony atop
doorstep's hardened hand.

A boy ran smiling
across lengths of rhythmic flowing air,
allowing panoramic views
and
birds from elevated vantage points
organic reasons to caw chamomile
sounds in celebrated versions of
unclenching sadness.

Vagabond’s Vision #88

Mirrors, many in the scenery of multi-layered mirages,

allusions: organizations arranged in illegible personalities,

famously incomprehensible, deranged psychotic misguided

formulations, everywhere, many over examined in the

au courant fashion, children with hurried views,

passionate thoughts toward viewpoints of 

colorful wanting to be elsewhere attributes, 

scatter inside themselves, sadly silently searching.

Portions of patterned entirety fit malfunctioning puzzles—

unidentified education!

Vagabond’s Vision #89

A modern painting full of myriad brush motions,

thick sweeps of blues, greens and golds where interpretation 

gallops minds as in theory and concept in philosophy’s vast

history, this friendless painting left scattered, wingless

without thought, though Aristotle would have appointed

it a soul if it were alive: a painting soul.

Among green grass voices of passersby 

substituted “painting” for “trash” and

defending wind sliced reflective meaning 

of worthless waste carrying the foul voices 

through windows of the nearby ancient cemetery.  

Vagabond’s Vision #90

Lands rich in more to come, habitual landscapes inundated with

vertical surprises whose increase over portions of

past years display in splayed forays of directional 

breaths of allusions to beatification—

hide in horizon’s animated colorful movements where the beautiful

never tires of explanation.  

Wild and windy nights reside within

an appointed predestined destination, not simply overcome

outsiders welcomed by eclectic tastes,

full throttle attributes forwarding beyond leaning of trees that sway

westward while blanketed air levitates, leaves of lost identity

idolize stabilized longevity.  

Vagabond’s Vision #91

More soft than interpreted as let go,

words from sculpted tongues

(interestingly soft,

for “sculpted” demonstrates hard edges

and when thrown

sticks into patterned dialects of aged, 

 ringed wood)

multiply

interact with divided silence

forecasting elegance

to settle where wanderers become

home.

Simply understood

when mouthed aloud:

“silence, when shouted into nothingness,

becomes echoes 

to the moving toward introspection.”

Vagabond’s Vision #92

Music since serenity—land-still lakes 

(smoke fumes twirled in dancing dialect)

evaporated, uprising, not in terms of furious flame

as riotous!-turmoil eyes gaze knife brandishing—

more in figures of below symmetrical stillness

pianos planted from mighty hands

whose keys tremble beneath fingers

give praise in many shades

combined organic tributes to temptation.

Spotted frogs 

numerous in gathering dances  

spoke tongues together toward high pitch alliteration

spelling enjoyment

across green toned lily pads singing

where piano keys appreciate tonality.  

Vagabond’s Vision #93

Something colorful came from bland, expanded

simplistic journey, birthed before perhaps years, 

multiple flowing seconds or

unnamable flashes prior to speaking tongues’

definite definition of this dreary occurrence.

The colorful pluralized, 

birds’ full-fledged dominance of harmony—

parakeets, pigeons, parrots, bluebirds, redbirds, blackbirds,

smiling curves arcing where absence deceased among 

cloud shapes burying monotony.

Reality traced with invisible finger an ability

to fathom fortune, flying where the bland without vision

misinterprets mysterious motions. 

Vagabond’s Vision #94

Questions leaped from circles of wandering answers,

myriad motions, many synthetic insincere,

more manipulated addicts spoke hurricane idioms

causing rampaging relentless shifting—

numerous arrived donning faces

fashioned from fear.

Density seared nonsense directly derived 

from direct conflict, meaning flame   

meeting oceanic dispositions colliding 

through force and 

inside multiplying specks of layered dust.

 

Vagabond’s Vision #95

Undiscovered belongings, unstudied root words,
prolonged agony, the sly slant of italicized branches
ornamented in light mirroring reconstructive belonging,
en route miracles relevant among savants
glorifying architectural textured benevolence,
sand in the eyes of blind-believing
sycophants acknowledging ledges
of invisible bolded gold.

"Who then?" walking backwards
a soothsayer, groping a moment
colder than eloping teens
announcing boredom,
promising undetected vows 

and what the ensuing promises to

slide inside specialized silence.  

Vagabond’s Vision #96

So many interactions.  

Time.  

Deconstruction.  

Space.
Voice aloft, treading sequential
clockwise communication, 

child within an illusive

predetermined tantrum,
pole vaulting wants and interlocking 

visualization with maternal instincts to

bond and become the required source of

slowing into calm.

Vagabond’s Vision #97

Umbrella, an unexpected cane,
theory, concept, he walking merchant
carrying interpretative movements,
shallow, characterized by pinstriped
attire, wool crafted fedora

perhaps (deal breaker probably) imported

supporting brilliance, barricading
folly, away elsewhere

buried beneath borrowed time,
around wiry wrists of affable aristocrats
fathoming a distance where eloquence
is status quo.

Rain began, cane rearranged
reason to live, umbrella full bloom
blocking the soaking laugh
of deluging increments.

Vagabond’s Vision #98

Out of the ordinary reconstruction, 

mind meandered, marched into recollection,

collected as caressed antique cars,

thoughts of getaways claimed

futuristic wants into walking into 

local landmarks: 

last chapters of waves ending

at ankles of childhood feet whose free spirits

buried with path making mentality crashed across

castles of hand assembled sand.

Symphonic jolts covered in beautifully

Preserved melodic patina

patented by imagination’s tongue lashing hand.

Groups of smooth blue-silver gilled fish

assembled, noted colors of turquoise tangled waves

shifting, molding hard copies of further forgotten memories,

childhood splashes, waves from congested air erupted, cold

nights camping under canvas sky thickened

with representational propulsory inventiveness.  

Vagabond’s Vision #99

The severed scampered, laissez-faire view whose

diligence maintained discipline; she whirled in beautiful spirals,

tableau of mesmerizing magnificence,

created culture, donning a dark blue dress 

called doctrine of “careful distinction.”

She unmasked this munificence 

included layered displays of hand coated makeup  

making her appear naturally naked,

severed from a society braided by 

furious fingers entwining energetic pseudo

explanations, describing definitions

of mirrored magazine subscriptions,

glossy 8 x 10 versions of 

women who after photo ops 

weep into prepared pillows, leaving drooling mascara, 

the alone remnants of insecure cloaking.  

Vagabond’s Vision #100

Within human throats,

sliding gurgles 

whose mutters impersonate

the curving end motions

of faded life into soil,

far beneath being able 

to burgeon again, echoes

have begun to taper into 

sawed-off diminishing 

silence.

Vagabond’s Vision #101

Sensitivities of vibrating dominoes,

their humorous before-falling

tricking gullible eyes,

pulled in by invisible

fishing wire, funnier still, as children

become engulfed by the addictive daily

additive named “laughter.”

Almost psychotic slowed the motive, 

tremors released believable breathing, 

alive swaying in dangling dance.  

Why? quivered in balancing perfection, 

peaking ever high enough to damage dreams, 

failing dreams of falling dotted faces.

Stated clearly kids could not wait

kicking dominoes down Barriers Bridge

creating chaos crosswise on tiled floors

adult mirth sprung against

magnitude of muscular resetting

epithetic “dumb” dominoes.

Vagabond’s Vision #102

Conservator of mishaps

mother of such mistakes

untouched by child-blurred 

beatings, relegated to padded

portions of hollow sunless

societies which with

pleasure spit with security

insecurities at fathead face

mocked by chilled children

and their malicious mothers.

Wound by weird medications

misunderstandings

wounds misinterpretations

misguided advice from mal-adaptive

mother

misinforming around mealtime

sleeping among

high-strung squirrels would be the avant-garde 

lifestyle appropriate

for his future to 

appreciate.  

Vagabond’s Vision #103

Night of translations 

between circles

semi’s and continuity’s hour, 

top and half

including moon, her 

entirety shown in naked glances, 

yes naked yes

which unblemished dust

millions of glances ago

gone, waiting, dust to swallow 

within hands of blooming vases.

Vertical attractions, 

haze, pines, oaks, pigeons rising

a promising premise

feeding on half-human-touched

left atop concrete-leftovers

crumbs from grazed over wheat particles

persons marveled

alone, some grouped-in 

marveled at montages of absoluteness:

LIVE

unrecorded overdone

reality productions

who proceed to overwhelm

mundane popular culture.

Vagabond’s Vision #104

Climbing spontaneity, air intimately,

so vivid combing consciousness.

There higher, higher there words unfurl

yarn-smooth decades of competent completion.

Echoes fold without fondle by eye-fingers

immediately buttoned behind stepped over borders.

                                       Pulses ride

beating horses

nostrils flared, steam expands

collating into rhythmic outlines.  Rider pseudo-tired,

tires not when knotted hands unfold

merriment beneath this winter's snowy

hat, crooked weather false prophets predict

pure white, indeed not!—rain ran off remnants

of white trekking trails toward a tomorrow

of never seen behind blue-dotted blindfolds.

Vagabond’s Vision #105

Monetary invention momentary infatuation

raking across the pausing mind her facial features.

Diligent arranging cliché floral arrangement

he baptized organized feelings sweat

alone among swarming serial walkers posture

perfectly leaning on cue with watch up to the minute

checking toward clean shaven face.  Shadow 

shifts with shifting time slanting while recognizable

occurrence occurred stood up schmuck

head tilted southbound apparent silence volume deafening.

Vagabond’s Vision #106

Water of devotion left wetting 

effort’s weakest basis.  Saddened

rain in calendar sequence stacks

atop itself expanding into puddle

or then wetness dries rubbed by circular

sideways searing hands.  It all matters

all circumstances.  Created versions of

willingness

remains alone after evaporation

erodes timetables to multiply torrential

   mishaps.

Vagabond’s Vision #107

The forgettable not exactly that,

embraceable memory lingered,

written around forehead of index

card or finger of right hand, most

dominant hand.  Air crisp, breakable

as toast, most are covering spending

unthinkable monetary amounts,

buffoons, budgets sliced 

circle outside windows unmatched 

serenading snowflakes.  

         

 

Vagabond’s Vision #108

Callous crossways grass

light, low mostly crawling

grass brown, dead in the idiom

of gardening.  Rain maintaining

distance, far in the expanse

terminology.  Talking feet donate

shedding skin atop barriers of browning

topography, lengthening more into

shoving passed language

of travels, even along paths

of the for-now living.

Vagabond’s Vision #109

A leaf which fell

documenting alive-once

dying-now

so perfectly

swaying percussionist’s

echoing vibration

one-handed solo

yet slowly

for which an encore

not needed might an apparition

guide the stringless kite

with fading veins

bug-eaten circlesquare shapes

across the body of its once silently

perfect diamond appearance.  Landed

it did, faded by wind’s organic

huff away near a burgundy barn

where disappearance shaved its

last and thickest beard.

Vagabond’s Vision #110

Romance culled sitting crowds

standing room only lovers

leaning on men women

  all

shaped in gathering letters;

from above formed non-fiction

long novels mating ritualistic carvings

of à la mode dealings 

naked undomesticated creatures 

unafraid reflecting nakedness

grouped in orgies among deadened

scented dented groups of wilted

orchids.

Vagabond’s Vision #111

Ancient rising dying to be high ample heed,

shallow graves some walk within unaware

air inhaled killing surrounded

man-made some deem current culture

argumentative jousters circulate on highest hills

we pay to understand bloviating mannerisms 

sometimes stuck to suck-saying lips

tangled maxims relocate themselves

in the psyche of the uneducated 

whom

with

dumb diligence follow with leading foreheads

rear-end like rhinoceroses the intelligent

non-idiosyncrasies wearing armor 

of the enlightened.  

Vagabond’s Vision #112

Man dangled in circumstance(s) arranged breath

day onward march or walk 

any a verb of movement

surrounded by beauty: people garden sprinkling fountain

of meaning for wishers once attached to pocket-protected

coins.

Man earthed right palm and attachments

into chino pocket

unearthing

the dingy creation from former

dirty registers’ separated hands’.

Flipped up circular monetary meaning

placed wish atop acrobatic piece of twirling

hope

landing among a beneath landscape of long ago

similarities.

Vagabond's Vision #113



Obtaining knowledge of lexis
sitting atop angled side

language rolled tightly,
on ledge scrolled written circa 

foreordained birth of breathing massacres.

Scroll unrolled donning wings,
many missions with well wishing voices,
upon man or mischievous one finding
rice paper outlined in opaque golden
frame, featuring foreign formatted themes
of observing the ordinary in the living
thing, and in the thing breaths
bathe in high vision fortune voices
of virtuous pen still vibrating calling
attention from the providential
exceedingly or standing still.

Vagabond's Vision #114



Evening in the highest caliber,
flocking stars tranquil in the pausing grandeur,
cars lullaby-zoom equating to

whispers to the passersby
truncating visual delusion,
spontaneous vision to the either
version of both sides of an oscillating head.

Man, tall, slanting partially,
shadow dedicated to mimicking his mile manner
dispositional pause, clutch of bagged bread and
dragging of long overlapping
strides of a man his serious size.

Above the vernacular of myriad milieu,
dragonflies fluorescently become devout freedom,
in tranquil drawn in/out material create turquoise visual halos,
highlighting physical glides of man's going home motions.

Vagabond’s Vision #115

The abandoned created refuge
though rained on, refuge pseudo,
manmade imitation, secure enough
to create imagination, metaphor for life saving
ability, stability in the defining "last breath"
cliché, abridged completion among songs of divine
sustenance, isolation.  Unprolific rounded
to the squared-off point of just enough
—reasons of abandoning covered behind
neurotic juxtaposition with dying values.

Vagabond’s Vision #116

When moments relocate

to space outside of instant

glass conception viewed interior by onlookers ogling spit-washing

blur of sleeve-using washing, 

those inside span ages [crawl to disregarded] halos spin

unstoppable highlighting garish

    yen for attributes to birth

unto regard for all living.

Vagabond’s Vision #117

Of the translated, (food) speaks the vernacular m o s t

internationally

comprehended

spoken from and landed upon 

cultivated tongues,

well met metaphors

never struggle to undisguised 

past tense flavors, future

or meal time now

surrounding children sliding gratitude

atop sweat of mothers’ cooking palms.

Vagabond’s Vision #118

Ghostly seagull took in a quick ascent off,

floating partial existence gliding another,

wind held its entirety, huge in the hand

of giant Dusk toward the intention of something else, 

away, SE, a sail appeared, vertical feather from 

unnamable brand of breathless creature,

undulating atop waves of turquoise acrobatics.

From the pier, merciful understanding,

below cries from sea lions, hunger caused descending

stares at hands empty: mine

clapped to drown-out in ambiance of water

cries of the swimming unfed.

Vagabond’s Vision #119

Words created allusions

forming formations

unusual symbolic series of interconnecting

syntax, many especially singular as in “a” “I”

lingered on single philosophy breaking

attention spans

egocentric political correctness 

invaded personal spaces

and they serenaded limbs of their broken

disregard for following focus alone.

Vagabond’s Vision #120

Infrequent the father-son embrace

indeed

scream!—more

fact into a slouching eye down gaze,

his bloody boy 

cumbersome verbalized

thorns tongue thrown.  

Crowd of crown wearing

women collapsed atop abusive albatross 

donning handlebar

mustache

moved in to delineate safety

whose intercepting leader

mother of the far off heard

undeserving 

weeper.  

Vagabond’s Vision #121

Noon was watered down

usually high of course cliché

stretched neck double handed 

and

face of every clock creates

gleam with authoritative synchronicity

today’s fog coupled with

spread out gloomy sheet of misted sprinkle

outwitted light’s heated dominance

where every glorious tip of my favorite

pines

were created elsewhere within

imagination

perched housing illusionary higher worlds.

Vagabond’s Vision #122

Open awake now eyes gathered seeds

dancing with weaving

artisan monarch butterfly

her mosaic species so much toward

the beauty of my never found before

the glide of shaping imaginary steps

which take eyes up into attics

inundated with crisscrossing light antithetical

to the human built attics

housing typical darkness

mourning moldy scented

treasures left unto arguing

siblings gauging life by monetary

achievement

rather than

the dance of monarch

arranging gifts for organized retrieval 

methodical avalanche of musical articulation.  

Vagabond’s Vision #123

The singing of silence wonderful 

snow flavored swan sat

alone, contoured resting beautifully

eye mine met none

for hers closed within the palm

of devotion to sleep 

dreamt I wondered if she 

enclosed an answer inside

the question mark 

of her resting neck 

“tranquility, do I encompass?”--

stares of my straight forward

eyes caught gust of wind’s quick

exhale, awoke briefly her nap

and she gazed toward my feeling

minuscule

which then adhered to my emotions

“let me be!”

Vagabond’s Vision #124

Her grandeur was not a certainly

a bouquet of apologies

stack of gift cards

reminding recipients

to overload on unneeded 

extravagance—

her grandeur unorthodox:

a leaping forward into plaid, head of blue

orange t-shirt expressing images

similar to

that of abstract cyclonic overdosing—

“normality” existed in denim

pants

streaming into bright red

sneak-

ers.  

Pallid skin highlighted already hefty

choices in curious colors.    

Her grandeur, visionary enough 

for my eyes

to gaze-burn her path,

festoon colors

interesting conversation

my mind-tongue

subsequently spoke

with patterns

aloud to a bland pigeon

who landed pecking

a speck of wheat before

vanishing into vacant

disappearance.

Vagabond’s Vision #125

Vertiginous voice from mangled man screaming, 

kneeling keenly professionally,

most indeed indicative a stance of 

prior visiting position, 

instantly recognized as praying perhaps or

unbuttoning a wish maybe, 

realizing a shouldn’t have possibly,

centered he was dressed in curious gazes

passed out by passersby freely

from charitable visible walk-a-ways,

yet, while doing so their eyes, as if adhered to the 

praying, wishing or realizing man,

doing so centered in the un-cluttering 

aspect of Main Street’s thinning evacuation,

they healed the voice into a crawling fade,

a fade as in light into the dusk that fastens

day’s squint into complete closure.

Vagabond’s Vision #126

They—possibly pre-teenagers smeared themselves

across and

stomped into lustrously 

hand-carefully created

garden

with loud screaming feet

obnoxious vulgar yanking hands and

expletory 

themed wishes to destroy burgeoning

color

consideration

toward

                            crying from behind

diaphanous

kitchen window,

her unattended

mornings’ devotion

destroyed fortune misplaced

beneath feet of youngish  

maladaptive

razor toothed discolored 

non compos mentis. 

Vagabond’s Vision #127

The surveillance of repeat never ceases.

Circle converts into square housing the mind

of affecting itself; affection into memories

a padded room

softly a place to rest and

hold a hand of recollection.

“Here” enunciates a gift-greeting-spice-of-reassurance.

Wandering wandering wandering

the waterfall of such a metaphor the explanation 

of this stylistic series stepping atop my same-size

shadow, the fall never reads the yellow-black symbolic 

stop ending of something dead.

This is good.  The wanderer obtains license

renew without retest or original test 

becoming landscape upon eyes before brandishing

pencil to dislocate reality from the focus of  unneeded

untruths.  

Vagabond’s Vision #128

Full-body gestures

oaks swaying hardily 

in blizzard-strength wind

protected-I beneath covered concrete

see-through prayer.

Then, rain. Voices, too.  Yelling.  

Comma shaped, spinning

dizzily around light poles before

suicide

spelled

their obituary across kin’s colorless blood.

Earth has many features,

fortunes, counting them

remains time consuming,

and in between tasks

I

undertake during serenity

flattened smoothness of peaceful

stones

arranging them softly

between forefinger

and thumb

nuzzling each

as a seed does naturally

in mushy soil

before sprout takes hold

shooting forth burgeon-- near a favorite sitting still

lake I throw one at a time stone

watching their bodies

leap up and beneath

water’s liquid spirit

mirroring in a quieter 

fashion

raindrops feeling wonder

if I contribute to the death

of harmless once sitting still

stones.

Vagabond’s Vision #129

Days disperse

realigning horizontally 

with tossed away targets,

fingers hunt for historic contacts

forgetting

decapitation of several  S undays

                         through

S aturdays

designing an in memory of 

calendar in which to 

document delirium,

dramatic beyond

RIP incident pseudo-syndrome.

Vagabond’s Vision #130

Solidarity combed the hair of absence,

reminding silence that habits fill the lungs of 

unnatural habitats.  This blue morning with

orange streaks of slanting light arrived delicately,

holding only small percentages of dampened leaves,

leftover from night’s lengthy storm:

sentiments among a city whose longtime dryness

begged to feel fortunate through the emotional 

gift of vigorous sensational saturation.

Vagabond’s Vision #131

Many belongings dissipate, the organically unimportant,

yet in the screaming however

of a child’s lost favorite possession 

dissipation becomes thief

memorable event donning mask a thug

of psychotic disposition married to marring

physical contact with elevated flavors

enticing moments between 

in-hand tangible eye-wrap around

the alive flame which flickers called constantly.

Vagabond’s Vision #132

Hummingbird delighting,

answers cliché questioning

bird watching amateurs with annoyance 

“what is advancement?”

by gliding in gilded golden light,

falling in fading 

airily transcending motions behind

curtained clouded hands, devotional

encounters arabesque positions,

mid-flight, charming, corresponding

eye-to-eye conversations.

Structures such as inherited benevolence

gathering beauty, becoming

hummingbird’s opulence,

her distinct colorful creativity

molding malleable visibility into

voluptuous acrobatic activities.

Vagabond’s Vision #133

Inspiration blanketed materialism

warming eyes, shoving multiple glances

into becoming yearning for newness,

a woman wore many à la mode

man-catching colors, engraved 

perfectly still.

Layers, ruler-straight spontaneity in

her the shape hitherto held another 

lopsided language describing

morbid declaration explaining

expansion of prior unavailability.

Vagabond’s Vision #134

Trees which rose through

risen days of attention

paid with multiple coins

owed to elsewhere,

sudden backs turned against

natural belongings, blossoming naiveté  

    created

landscaping undulations

leaning occupational climbing arbors

shading manifold slanting curvatures—

light in fingered forms

crawls the vertical S gnarls

eradicating

loneliness

of prior

mistaken disregard.   

Vagabond's Vision #135




Influential gestures from a wind
whose potency, highly noticed sensed here
swaying eastern/western
in proximity surrounding
arms magnetic in array
as well, myriad join-jolting
intersectional-grids
weaving through whistling air,
tonal gifts, sacred
to esoteric birds who
by grace and intuition
cleanse silently in security
huddled in hybrid hallucinations.

Vagabond's Vision #136



Authentic questions become the language toward
togetherness, joining tongues in a vernacular of
vacuumed domes, which has inherited
golden answers (less) the intellectual (less) the wise,
magnitude high ground shook
by giant hands, reflecting neglectful
parental behavior toward unsupervised children,
their soured eyes glued now on
reprobated imagery,
colors meld forward into suspected ignorance,
inquiring and never properly
answered focus, found within the pockets
littered with monetary dominance,
spacing hands farther from father-mother
connecting solutions,  realizing more untruths.

Vagabond’s Vision #137

Mouths of muzzled dispositions

yelled of course not

whispered an antiqued

volume

weathered

grayed

while those with gregarious hands translated

backgrounds  the deep portion

of a horizon’s entire name [blurring mauvebluewhite]

atop

leaning canvas causing colors

to beautify burgeon tearing

spreading silence from

multiple angles.

Vagabond’s Vision #138

How then do wings mirror

a wave ending tissue-thin  

toward silence,

slightly before the

rippling dialect of

barely breathing sea, especially

inward motions inside dusk’s gray squint,

humans’ eyes not equipped for high above

or low equal tide level vision,

turquoise waves turned over,

white sheets spread evenly

meeting the black slight 

crawl of the miniature crab dancing 

in just before darkness?

Vagabond’s Vision #139

Distance draws the eyes,

reversing normal occurrences,

light slants again

drawing the eyes augmented,

yet this form, a definition of hands

progressively pulling.

Distance 

a number, numerical in circumstance

dividing glances within yesterday’s glimpse into

authentic rhythms where space

further forms anticipations of dawn,

the coming of shaping colors

rising from preserved handmade

trunks holding multiplying layered nearness.

Vagabond’s Vision #140

Round in a bowled afternoon

shapes memory childhood

fruit scents: whirling, the whirling

sped aroma watched, 

the many men fell to adult

knees that once scabbed from

childhood faux pas.

Vagabond’s Vision #141

Melodies coexist,
gathering into altered faces,

physicality, persona, highly singing

taking crescendos from a slant off
evanescent tongue, rhythms herded  rounded in
wonder, chained in a togetherness 

forming speculative futuristic
modish meaning, the tongue,
metaphor, disguised between thin layers
of invisible voices standing silently viable
within the vulture talons holding
bloody popular contaminated culture.

Vagabond’s Vision #142

Obsolescent languages adhering to death's
opening, merriment once absorbed,
gone to the faded and fatigued edge,

surrealism superb brilliance
once delineated within obscurity's opaque vicinity,

counterpoint nonexistent,
for the absent, the unneeded, the replaceable
boards interpretations
have and to come,
will ensure boredom
the used minds, thinkers
walk in grouped divinity,

alone grimacing, for the modernity
of à la mode reality,

antithetical to the subtle arc of serenity's
once was, now's hands atop forbidden
whispers, shout into the glares of the languages of those
who have been sloppily  replaced.

Vagabond’s Vision #143

The changing of yellow to orange
       or
yellow from orange,
this explaining
a definition
transpiring
while dawn expands
stretching extensively,
winding wildly,
degrees mirroring the human head,
spinning, completing an
entire habitual synonym for

escaping excessive darkness.

Vagabond’s Vision #144

What now is corrupt

will be again forgotten,

mirroring what now is forgotten,

what was corrupt moments ago in the mouth

of spoken mesmerizing truths or

lies dealings believability,

begging, hanging limply

among loose lips of  leading,

loud speaking security (supposedly)

sycophants climbing personal

agendas, propaganda collages,

hanging as memorials missing men

gauges for women and untrusting children,

unknowing understanding

taught to them in left handed school

systems, crooked anchormen

doused in flames

“for I am telling my truth”

ceasing to realize

the young eyes hear

what their ears have seen,

will grab with walking hands

putting into a forever box

of enveloped supposed truths

reminding them at appropriate ages what

lyrical lies decorated within tiny hands meant.

Vagabond’s Vision #145

And this tiny way

winter slants

into us, never snowing here

north of Santa Barbara,

wondrous climatic display

where big city foreigners flock

inundating previously primitive 

town whose organic origins weighed

less than optimism toward diversity.

Antithesis, now regarding small

stature

growth

horizontally mimicking

any and many horizon shaped homes

holding might,

donning coronas

over crops, once-were fields

and earth erased by corporations’ brazen bad breath,

empty “for lease” signs alter their ability

to conjure invitation.