threes - 1/27/2006

Listen

i'm just a dream
on a leaf
a
sigh
on the breeze
i'm the willow
in the wind
and
the stars
in the seas
a breath
on your lips
and
a smile
by threes

Peace - 3/15/1992 *

I saw beneath the full moon, in the quiet of the night,
I saw and watched the flowers bloom, basking in the light.

I heard the gentle sighing, as soft petals all sprang free,
I heard a swift brook laughing, in a joyful harmony.
I felt the soft wind's caress, aroma ocean on the breeze,
I felt a light mist coalesce, a gray carpet for the trees.
I tasted of the wild scent, the humus and the pine,
I tasted what sweet nature lent, the breath of life sublime.

I sat beneath the full moon, when the fiery sun did rise,
I sat and watched the colors loom, and then I closed my eyes.

* this is juvenilia.

oh combustion - 1/13/2006

i wanted to say something
but I'm so tired
i feel like they took out
all my wires
and left me with
vacuum tubes
obsolete hydraulics
are the only way
i can move
now
pressures
fueled on charcoal fire
burning me out
from the inside
i've seen my
ash falling by
the way
and all the world's
a passersby
and all my insides
are on display
strewn against the sky
pollution of my
mortality

oh combustion
is a furious thing
that i'm too tired
to deny

compromised - 1/9/2006

Listen

reticent
she wouldn't say
a word
so I talked and talked
trying to be heard
seeking validation
in conversation
such small
interaction
to remind me
we're alive
but she balked
and narrowed her eyes
as I talked and talked
and begin to
realize
she was lost
I was lost
and we
were both
compromised

go vegan or I'll die - 1/7/2006

go vegan
or I'll die
and forth from
my body
will come sprouts
and tubers
with wirecutters
and spectacles
they'll spread
furiously -

sproutuberian flu
cutting chains
cutting lies
the tubers
have my eyes
and the sprouts
are my tentacles
of retribution
the vegan solution
to your hypocritical
thighs.

heave - 1/6/2006

i rage
i write
i throw
my might
against
the sky
and heave

sometimes
I can't breathe
and the strain
makes me white
and clear
like a stony night
and rationalized fear
for robin-redbreast
in her rage
whose skies
are made
of wire and pain

sound - 1/5/2006

i feel broke
but not broke-down
like a spring
getting unwound
like crushed snowflakes

disease covered
puget sound
i frown
but I'm not bent
not spent
i've still got one eye
the one on the left
and I've still got time
to wait on the sound.

slow - 1/3/2006

Listen

slow

like a old train
or bad cocaine

an old donkey
in the mud
and rain
its like
dental work

a perforated ceiling
sometimes i don't
have feelings

or its the novocaine
sometimes I think
that we have more
than one brain

i, you, me
we count that at three
depending

i think we've seen
the world ending

i told the donkey
its a shame