right now

right now
I can continue
to write
this grocery
list or try
to reorder
the remains
of this
day.
at dawn
we're all
still asleep,
but what
about
dusk?

metallic keys open seas

metallic keys
weigh me down.
another lock
another closed door.
keys to
a kingdom,
double bolted
secured and locked.
keys weigh
us down.
all these metallic
proprietor-ships,
sway
wooden rafts
to the
open seas.

starlike bloom

yesterday,
i decided
to write down
all my fears
on long strips
of notebook
paper.
hanging them on
each low branch
outside my door,
almond tree.
and waited
and waited
and waited
for rain.
an egyptian
pass over
that ink bleed
and marked me
starlike bloom

i once sat

i once sat
under
the bodhi tree,
contemplatively.
only to discover
I'd sat upon
a hill of utmost
importance.
marching
systematically
under me,
a colony
of
well versed
bellicose
dogmatic
ants.

simultaneously
from one of
autumn's final
breaths,
a
solitary
leaf
falls

manna falling
Himalayan peeks
lifting Ganges' marigolds
sink

Swaying
casually and
finally
gracing my
exposed
sole.

rollicking,
that fallen leaf
reminded me
kalighat home
calcutta, india

lonely mercury

that
pastel
warm breeze
cascades over
dainty
refined
beach grass
all the while
peacock hats
filigree,
flow gently
across
Burgundy st.
,poor worn
down wooden
floor.

somewhere
a glass of wine
spills
parading
across some
periodic table,
mercury

white will
get out
the red.

waters flow
air floats
solids solid
lonely mercury

fixed to move

congested thoughts
traffic jammed
fuming polluting
self directed and
auto-zoned, cemented.

endless ports
endless seas
taxing
waving, metallic graying.

kitty hawk.
patterns
of spatial
orbits, incandescent poofs.

rails turn
metal bends
people journey
into flux, grand central terminal 5:01

fixed addresses
broken homes.

A locust dowry

locust years
and
it's bleak
tapestry.
gaunt
desert
moon;
nakedly
highlights
edges.
even these
siphoned sands
desired more.
miraged me
a million
times; for
having a
conquering
desperate
thirst.
a locust dowry

silence eventually conquers all

silence eventually
conquers
all.
stillness will
fill this
room.
light
filters
through
unclean panes.
and that
window
to the
soul
needs these
things.

and there does

and there does
exist a map
without
lines,
only circles
continents
surrounded by
the deepest bluest
oceans
constantly lapping
upon every shoreline
guided by
pale moonbeam
reflected by
our only
begotten
sun

Ode to Oh greatest lamentations

Oh greatest lamentations
Oh dust covered heads
Oh mournings and pre dawns
veiled covered tears
calamities of those
ancient proportions
as tears roll down like
dead seas, parted waters
miraculous grave
diggers/robbers/raisers
cover to cover
bookended
because
in the end
the opposite of
tragedy is comedy

to go go

No more media
declared the keys
I'd like to be a typewriter

No more pictures
declared the phone
I'd like to be Kodachrome

No more streaming
declared the apps
I'd like to be the radio.

where do we go?
where did we go?
where are we going?

venerated past

triggered by her
venerated past.
hallowed be thy smell
a spirit
whirling twirling dwirling
filling everything's

and of those
other 4.
checked out
glossed over
tabloid fatigued

Drifting sidewalks
sideways
she invites
all to
the table
with that succulent
savory aroma

Perennial

gray newspapers
stand
rusty drained
Perennial.
yellow flickers
filtering; partially overcast

coniferous selves
rarely fall
skipping that cycle
of rebirth; a vibrant fall

lighting lifts the sky
electricity's soul
kinetically gracing
parched soils; harvest

At some point

At some point
everything
will have been
invented

In the beginning,
To be continued,
Appendix,
The end.


Sterile
blinding neon lights
Cascading on
that steely white
institutional flooring

dissecting a dream
deconstructing a miracle
faith
she stands
awkwardly
in that blue hospital gown

What could I

What could I
possibly create that's
higher than
the mountains
wider than
the canyons
longer than
the Nile
deeper than
the seas?

When will I learn
to just put down
the arrows;
it's all bullseye

What last longer
than distant galaxies,
soil, oxygen, or stones?

Is the greatest greatness
found within
palace
congressional
institutional
stadium            
sacred                     halls?

the greatest part of
a trip just might be
the planning      [pre-planning, pre-pre planning]

I still remember all
those ancient miracles
and know their
still happening
everywhere