story
cold bitter coffee,
false hopes and hematomas
began with a dream
cold bitter coffee,
false hopes and hematomas
began with a dream
extract and amass,
crowning yourselves in splendor
to rule the wasteland
Along this winding trail of sorrows,
from loves behind
to storms ahead,
through tumbleweeds I never gathered,
over ground I never stood,
I must keep driving.
This dusty land is barren
and there is no place to rest.
praise the deity
who blesses us richly by
purging his own sins
Aimless explorer
in a well-lit expanse of plenty and infinite choices,
stalking the elusive source of health.
Greasy and sweet,
vegan and meat,
insulin,
casein,
may be ally or foe.
But, which, we'll never know.
Science is in thrall and
designs the truth to order,
bought by interests in conflict,
one with another,
all with the world,
commodities to subsidize,
believing what they must.
They broadcast from all directions
calling out to the
aimless explorer
in a well-lit expanse of plenty and infinite choices,
miles away from the
musty convenience stores where
shoppers who take what they can get,
have bigger problems.
digital crowing
morning dawns with new promise
just like yesterday
Scorched and powdered,
lifeless furrows
poisoned by the concentration
burning tongues and
tearless sorrows
recollect the irrigation.
Stretching fields of
bony desert,
cloaked in slime and deathly fragrance,
earth will purge your
vile infection.
She sets all things right with patience.
Send the downpour
flowing free to
cleanse the soil we have salted.
Heal the cracking
river beds and
see that we are never faulted.
my voice, it resounds
like deadfall crashing in a
deserted forest
tachycardia
the shock of recognition
followed by a doubt
soaking in silence
the tepid anticlimax
brings stronger tremors
Why do I still jump
when you're full of surprises
I've come to expect?
thirty stories high
packed like powder and dangling
calm down, you're just fine
bellows from the deep
turn your face northward and push
we cannot get out
I asked of the sorceress
with wild eyes
and strands like pearl necklaces
draped from her head:
What did you see looking through
my disguise,
and what did you hear between
words that I said?
She laughed and she threatened me
with incantations,
without inhibition or
terror of sin.
Today, though I leave her in
incarceration,
I know, before long, they'll
expel her again.
mist dampened tables
where imprisoned umbrellas
savor solitude
jones for the novel
thrilling experience in
deeper hues of jade
Stay still for a moment,
let me come to you.
We'll run out of time
if you don't stop to wait.
Allow me a memory,
and please make it true.
Don't make me regret
that I found out too late.
I'm restless and wrecked
when I know where you are,
but if I can't reach you
there's no point trying
to spring for a ticket
or wear out my car,
only to stand where you
used to be, crying.
Stay still for a moment
and give me a clue.
We'll run out of time if
you can't stop to wait.
Let me believe that I
might trust in you.
I feel heaven's wrath and
I can't trust in fate.
avalanche of facts
valid and alternative
buries my passion
my wound's nearly healed
bring all your sharpened objects
i've come back for more
exoskeletons
locked in vicious battle for
separate prizes