Pray for the Passing

Hard wet snow
made a ball
on mountainside . . .

A change is coming
harbor
a safe harbor for all appearances sake

where is justice?
inside carrying scab
fully picked off this hour

dark side creeping
but even powerless
arms electric again

under the rug
choice to crawl
empty cave
is all

and how can safe harbor be
must be fantasy
worse still for me
reality

where is justice
my pay
a finding of peace
in answer to prayer
spoken aloud

seeking death
for a while
and rebirth
hour by hour
nothing has changed
obsessed
with object's obsession

the hour ticks late
the change . . .
avalanche

Unlike Kryptonite

The superhero's existential dilema
inviting in intellectual exercise
their alienation from their
love


but felt in real life~
draining unlike kryptonite
it twists in human weakness
this fragile boy
fatherless like some hebrew myth


romantic era recurrence
the banner flying overhead
the pool strata neighborhood fence
one leap like braniac
shape shifting stealing hens


hour by hour
returning to this hate
and feel this superhero
who has fallen
unlike kryptonite


but as to see
a focus of this simple pain
externally
and my DNA
in want of outlets
writes in secrecy
for anyone to see


this moment
these days
focused on why
who can see
an understanding of pain
hypocrisy and fallacy
flawed
unlike kryptonite


a true love fights
and stumbles hard
hurting all around
with words more than actions
unlike kryptonite
this banishment hurts
and it twists and lingers
wonder from man


tantalized and tortured
any way you slice it
unlike kryptonite
pain like the milky way
only felt fully
in deep unconsciousness
this boy is no superman
but his Father that breaths
during sleep is good
and the sun will rise
unlike kryptonite

The Day The Children Sat

Mourning in a spot
first star contemplate
with the beginnings of a setting sun
while native chant overtook my thought
like some language
conveying only heart
and hearing only heart
the star outlasts
outshines the rest
somehow I thought there were others here
checking my pulse


The mourn this hour
overtakes this dramaticity
stale-mate
blips on the screen
wandered off in tartarus
worlds all our own
and there she made my world
but is gone.


Never before


In the playground they take their seats
and the chosen one complains
and points out a logical thing
a third come
and only the laughter from
a mourning soul
can say
sit down children
I am it all~
and we made them both.

Wrecked (Written December, 2003)

Sleep disruption
flew over my nest
without knowing
without leaving
her name

She shout out that I’m lone
I’m crazy time to drone
and to be on
a tarzan swing of hate
and love
jump off
splash!


Awoke in ripples of electric
disruption calling out her name
trying to convince subconscious to
seriously consider this one
but how much pain will come?

Sleep disruption on vacation
to mist and frozen flying dust
wash windows of this muck
salt and tires turning
in stomach disrupt
of time teeth new
brushes and old go to
land fills
just as unknown names

rustling leaves
rustles leaves
busy deer
bushy frightened stillwater
deer
jumping hurring to
be staring at head
lights in the sixty
miles road
tires
tired from obsession
breathing
calling out
her name
involuntarily
at night in sleep.

The Great Father (Written April 20, 2009)

The last Prophet is the greatest
yet no prophet at all
it all has been said
the last Prophet
is decision and action
not prediction
The last Prophet
lives his vision:
his sight is no matter
The last Prophet
does not say:
“What you sow you reap”
but takes pleasure
in saying:
“I told you so”
In abundance he toils alone
but in his hunger cries
his company abounds
He bends the coin in his teeth
and chokes on rust
He sees the rainbow in the water
but cannot drink
The key to the abyss
He gives to his enemies
and spews the rust he chokes
to kill the locusts
The last Prophet
finds this alone
and is in His head
and brings an end
to good and bad
the Last Prophet
dies in the sea that
washes away his prints
wiping tears from Our eyes
And gives Himself
to whoever persists
to seek Themselves
who are He

The Prophet of Dreams (Written June 2005)

letters left
on leaves
lintels posted pure
a cure a crime
hold my hand and I
will-justify
my dominance over
you~

let go
and I can converse no more
you are on your own
search like me isolated
deserts of lust and desire
lakes where artificial
floods~unbalance and
insects feeding~drinking

letter found to be read
had a makeout session
come outside the shell
me on tight intellectual
lost conversations of
red white and blue

around the stream corner
deep waters breath held
stand strong on rocks
do the dance
perform the ultimate
emersement
wet and sun beaming
dreaming pain
I can not be here
long age gets hold
dead end of evolved~
half adapted and
the environment changes
s-shaped slithering
boned and creaky
freaky to panic at the
age where the last drop
is brought to end the race
to glory and perpetual
flesh.

Our Scapegoat (Written August 8, 2009)

and what he is
is a whisper
a formation from our consciousness
on the patterned rug
dire~fear your possessions lifted away
and here holy
surrounded I look up to see
experience
floating only in narration
of my sole emotion
pieces of echo still forming
and will you starve
and join the dance?
I left my power in plenty
and pools of resources
unseen and safe
and expiration of breath
on sojourn leaving fungal
hallucinations of being
in cabin for fever of written banter
explained to one
esoterically
I write~and still live

Drainage

As squatting
staring in to the drainage pit
I wonder who really is in charge
and what it means to be holy

Among the oily rainbow
towering spent dead trees
low sun mid-afternoon
duckweed
imperative to multiply even to excess

Double handrail
golden mean
plumb salinity
zip unrational
emotion unbridled
healthy melancholy

She stays out of my way
because I have been told
to remove myself from view
and use the more private facilities

What's the substance of thought these recent days
what philosophies rememberable or memorable
to exaust the calories on such grey matters
to an explanation unsuitable

The egotic arrogance of man
and the trivialities of their correctnessess
dotting their eyes
crossing their teeth
now we get to the meat
in these four walls
this rationality
one thought to the next
unstrung with silly whims
that surely are wrong
and a one truth is right
and man can see
if not at least king of his hill
to enforce what he wills
in this shithole drainage
the runoff of greed
I almost lost myself
but still searching for her
zip up and down the stairs
building additions to my castle
until I find her again
in this neck of the woods
maybe we can spread some
unwanted today
ignorance disease soma secure
the body knows best and doesn't want to die

Major Star Clusters

Cold as ice
smooth like oil
lent some genetic material

spoil
time
up elipse

clusters burning
dust ignited
billions of dawns left false
from what was had by this course

wandered too close
tangled in over
rosary beads
collected
lost wandering
unprepared
planned
fallen

weeds shoot
spring up
shining philosophies
toes cut off
remnant stars old clippings
just as they are
heat pain lingers all systems
behind masks
addressed in skull
identity social security
ending this never seen
land never seen
never seen
never seen
never seen

thrird spoken pure
saw new
One city

Galaxy after Galaxy . . .

All the traps were set
each complex
with many factors
they all were sprung~
no avail

but one simple
standing alone
turns her head
a kiss

forever had
with one
gentle kiss

Sarah

The only one
that I can see
picks my strength
to isolate free
and brings it low
to weakened states
then walks away
to prove my strength

No Enlightenment

Screaming at a driverless boat

because it bumped me

taking revenge on Eros

while arrow still stuck

coming to conclusions

while clues are useless

asking why being is

as it is being

drinking water from a rotten skull

in darkness the water sweet

but in morning light

vomit at sight

yes, yes, yes

get to the point

tired of the view of a finger

when the moon is wanted

I know in this place I am not alone

especially in its extremities

Mythical Male Humor

Shiva longs for the mammatocumulus.

A Simple Memory Stepping Through Time

Scarecrows of God
are nullified in His presence
for I have seen
pairs sit in strange places
watching to catch crumbs
from His throne
and only One knows
the extent of the audacity
of this poem
bless for me

Cycling

Cycling upwind
thighs burning
pistol down wind
seeking stamen
screaming in a whirlwind
for one brief hour

and now dull
where is passion
worse than any modern coaster ride
chain skipping
high gear power

tears from eyes
in a flat affect
just cycling
upwind

thighs burning
lungs working
heart pumping
sweat
but tears
in flat affect
just cycling upwind

pollen searching

Dark Musings On Werther

did Goethe write Charlotte's web?
there is nothing a good release
of the pistol can't solve
except judgement of suicide
left over bread

zest in life
zeal to know
prophecy imaginings
such a good guy
this is why
bread gone stale
never known

so projection
with pieces fed
hung like a pig
the black widow said
may the real one
and his reality be happy
for I can never know

Written On a Jet Airliner

The Corpse I ration
black gold for bread
Corpse eye nation
forehead jewel as diadem
what make law for?
dragging dirty ropes
not chains; rings~watch
to create I-ration
in safe paths
free of terror
dread irate roots shake stem
leave

Torrent

Sun spattered

shattered islands

milked from one true source

of course there are holes

swaying on the surface of this discourse

cause galactic shards are more than one sun

and a cluster of similar tensions swaying in lenses

just fallen leaf matter after all mostly maple

light canceling

not registering

look the border shadow

dark medium carrying reflections

absence

the heart

a holey mind

sits in all different postures

a break

obsessions deer print alike

a tear

holds solitude so dense for acceptance

sing full lungs of air it breathes

to find the darkness

where there is eternal ease

forming on the lash

a ponder

condemnation masks

love and drives it on

in protection

an hour

lying head out for the sea

that a mountain may violently

just a shaded area

the heart in want of need

communication

starvation

fast as a poet heeds

and that a darkness can explain

the latter end of job

much work to do

much life to live

to say

a bit

drown under future ice

that quasaric imaginative black ratiative reflections

kept from forming

a saying

unheard but echoed through the nights

clicking and clanking of keys

a proud boy jingling change

for all to hear he earned

a kiss

wandering lustfully lost just a moment

red faced sunburn

the dozen or so suns or moons retell

the heart

back to the shadow

the cusp

and still perturbed through natural friction

light lingers like rational thought

only for moments as these

where love in

the heart

black holes

hold off

the sane the wicked and the lame

dying for one more moment

in the shadows alone

lashes hold adhesive

cohesive torrents

tears

unrented boats fears androgyny

calloused finger tip

chained in evolution's jealousy

just one moment in dust

one more moment

would torture eternity

A Winy Impress (white bearded noise)

Bottles and Bodies in plain sight
election day is over
recycling and many things
can now be put on back
burner

underground fallacy
the doors locked
eating flesh above ground
what a strange eerie sound
of two words almost the same
misunderstanding in the way of kings

shhhhh
hear the laughter
be at ease
iron rod in hand
the children run
but fear to cross imaginary border
and where there is blood spilled
in cold hard ground
runs like rivers
separating nations
just a blur
shhhhh
listen now:

ANGER

To Orderly Randomness Bow Down

Random words fill like empty calories
but thoughts behind can't help but shine
in this foam several sometimes blend
an itchy scratchy place like a beard shadow

one or two follicles
tic or toc
going once
or
going twice?

this quantum nonsense designated and authorized
being pulled along by a weakened force leaving behind
favorite phases for having one and the same life
guess again there is bound to be a right choice

copyrighted

wings are spread to collect the wind
snowlike words spin in eddies seeming disaster
but slight adjustments of peripheral feathers
feel the coming changes in dreams instinctual

intellectual

drippings electric
hands on healing
shocked rocked
dancing ceremony
middle class devil
brought the bow down
by bowing down to profit

this is the false way and believe
that your mustard seed bursts by the shore as a tree
and what your hands could not communicate to one another
is stored in (impossible quantum fluxuations beyond infinity) the source

Samson

Thoughts circling
around a pillar
community ready
Philistines gathered
and hair grown once again
her cuts were enough
trust has brought here
eyeless

Honey riddles
Judah splits off
Samaritans in ditches
paying back 1000 fold
one life
for all top Rankin'
the ancient solitary god is just

down comes the meeting place
and upon mind is her attractiveness and lies
regrets crumble with these stones to dust
the very last thought
it was true love
and an angel repays a billion fold.