Friday, April 28, 2017

write regret



two a.m.

letters
neon burn

a permanent
parlor ink

will dawn
write regret

allowing an inch



treadmill survival
fittest indeed
a bloodline
symmetry

instinctual howling
tracks this moon
gotta be prowling
don't wanna lose

race
pace
poor taste
allowing an inch
ahead above beyond

be grate



be grate
interstate
long to ride
long to ride

guardrail
farewell
for the ride
for the ride

ha-chew
pick a boo
on a ride
on a ride

sidecar
northstar
how to ride
how to ride

tried to hide
changing tide
hitch a ride
hitch a ride

holy choir currency



discounted item
fish out of sea
holy choir currency

golden wheat sway
chorus the breeze
holy choir currency

bridge on fire
hay from the seed
holy choir currency

levels rising
mountain seas
holy choir currency

lint detracts


lint detracts
fuzzy brain
stains in my trousers
rain down the drain

man needs a god
gods need a man
weather needs water
water has no end

jealousies debt
can not afford,
bankruptcy drains
evermore.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

tumblingover



casualty echoes cavernously
birthing rome
birthing easter
birthing mohammed
birthing art

rivers breed
cultivation
civilization
industrialization
population

all of natures portraits
tumblingover
zambia

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

downcast is a noun



passing white
above.
sinking blue
below

downcast is
a noun

deposable umbrellas
trashcans bellow
sorrows elongated shadow

all rivers end

Friday, April 7, 2017

divine remains divine



'and where were
you when i'.......
read Job

Mademoiselle    
don't mince no words
and all those cardboard friends

all to quickly fingers point
all to sharply bladed points

pressed to explain
pressed to explain
divine remains
divine






bus stop blues




bus stop blues
bus stop blues
no time to lose
with the bus stop blues

hands of a clock
no times to stop
all strangers
present dangers

green light
red light
in sight
outta sight
deadlines too tight

dust to dawn
time's rigid hand
strong demand
a moving pawn
gliding along

marquee
stop to see
gotta be
bus stop blues
bus stop blues
no time to lose

Thursday, April 6, 2017

linear wind



that linear
wind
thou does
not blow

that gospel
letter
thou does
not sow

ode to a raging
river
that runs
true north

with its
gale
force
and tempest
flare
thou does
lift all sails

a masquerade globe


a masquerade
globe
slants
certain light

porous moon
quietly weeps
somberblue

a desert yearns
peace
dried appetites

the rain drains
the sewer lies


matador matter more



so lowly
fog billows under
so loudly
pulls the conductor

matador
matter more

hearts like
passing windows
crack

even as
passing words
come up for air

that oxidized
train screams
through more
sleepless nights

Saturday, April 1, 2017

burnt-out lights


residue
not sure whose dirtier
these poor soles or that
berber carpet
lining this golden nugget

and yes, ive seen
that mountainous landfill
from this sunny razor strip

as when that
desert sky
lights up,
ill surely
know where
incandescent bulbs
go to expire

burnt-out lights

so much residue
amongst
yellow vinyl seats
sitting opposite
sets of
simple beige blinds

i just knew the pool would
be drained
a discarded white plastic chair
sits adjacent some
rotting palm fronds
against that stained
cinder-block wall

sunburnt paisleys
faded near yellow to white

sand is a final frontier
there in
that bloodred
velvet foyer's ashtray
we will
see the writing