Discretion

The hot blue sky

Nurtured unruly orchards

Of cold oranges settling

Into the fridge

Proof of a tangible truth

Loose and unimagined

Like the Black Death

That led people to fungi

A magical potion

Predating most everything

And will certainly witness

The demise of all the limits

Of time

A Stampede

A delivery fulfilled

Pills hard at work

Misplacing survival

Underneath dusty counters.

Countdown to blasting atmospheres 

Creating another new

Mystery giving birth

To a million miseries.

Cheers to health in

A natural world

Acknowledging with one eye closed 

Constant, conceited redundancies.

In Utero

Warm flesh redirects

Certainties of the unknown

Tickles of an eyelash

Swirling in the peace

Of mismatched limbs

That carry the promise of shade

Gradually degrading the temperature

Threatening to burst open

All the coffins

Capturing scandals

Of deeds yet mentioned

Back and Forth

The blood fills the syringe

As the swing reaches for a sky

Full of red eyes

That photograph memories

Embodied perfectly in space’s

Gravitational pull

A pesky weed

Ingested into our harmonic souls

Infinitely on board

Subway

The smoke fills the glass pipe

Underground near

The spinning core

That guarantees all lives here

As those contrive

To reach a spot

Where glass pipes

Keep the radiant concrete

Covered with piss and shit

That portends the return of

Thriving masses of beautiful

Insects and terrifying

Creatures that allow twisting

And turning lives escaping 

The destructors

Creative Angst

You lead me to the depths

Of an ice cold

Lake filling closer to

The north pole than

The equator

As fish and all else

Respond to the shiny

Crowns that fill famished truths

Chosen one

After a faulty one…and so on

With our daily chores

Both atonal and neat

Culture Blind

The guitar strings attract the frets

About the waves of setbacks

Keeping all wrapped 

In a cold soul

Trap with warm viscous

Blood all over bars

And cement

Opinions crying to be heard

A mentality captured

As a thief in a cloud

Judging right and wrong

Life and death as

Rolling days tumble

And launch young girls’

Rockets bouncing on sound

Always innocent dolorous

As a bleeding birth

Stand Up Show

A microphone appears clasped to its support

Peering silently in wait

As slurring anticipation mumbles

To itself amid swirling geometric colors

The mood copper, baby blue and salmon

Fight against a frosty current

To release autonomous seeds

Approach their surviving potential

Warm laughter or needling wayward regrets

To inform every moment

Until alls final demise

1985

The rats were not to blame

But again the blood

Ended any future promises

Kept closeted from

Those closest to the sun

Screening newborns from fatal prey

Speak easily of each

Generational crux

Phillippe’s

Sawdusty old coffee guzzling men

Dominating t-shirts that name

A place where

They now sit

You ate curdled whey

Actually a dip created

Among the rolling hills

Of Burgundy

Spinning towards a new

World soaked in blood 

Doused with fire

A teeny overgrown barreness

Lay supine faced with

Unstoppable

Unflappable

Change

Routine Thoughts

The brain whirs into action

Everyday pain relief

Sculpting from two to

Three dimensions fragile eco

Systems suppressing creativity

Processing dissolves and emotions

Thoughts maintain two hundred twelve

Cups of tea

Green quarters present a mundane day

Potentially revolutionary

Crucifixion

Chaotic pieces jumble in unison

Caterpillars trek across

Gleaming green leaves

Fungus germinates in toenails

To a star crossed romantic

Arbitrary death penalties gazing

Upon curious dusty meadows

And perplexed brown faces

Gathering in groups

The peace of nothingness

Honestly

Cotton tonic refreshes anew

Possibility just out of reach

Inches aspire to be miles

Limits have to be beckoned

A high chair smeared with

Colorful spittle

A mausoleum sinks in time

Rooted to humility

Jesus was a humble dude

His followers

Not so much 

Olympics

Africans are not

Allowed to compete

In the javelin contest

For obvious reasons

It’s obvious that

Hate crimes should be

Punished

Severely

Any country that

Labels themselves

Western Civilization

Is not allowed

To compete in

Chess

For obvious reasons

It’s obvious that extreme

Arrogance

Should be

Punished by

The laws of

The street

Truly nothing

Quite as

Affecting as

The Olympics

We Have Nothing In Common

Those guys have shorter

Arms

Them?  They have bigger

Hands

You have

Longer

Legs

You believe in

Magic

They believe in

Nothing

They are

Absurd

We are 

Still the same

Quand meme

Baya waya mikalayi

Viva Nkashama Tshisekedi

KAnanga

Collect on Delivery

Human ear perks up

To a din of defensiveness

Baby iguanas blinded

By the rush of long

Voracious

Vipers

Room to zoom

Friends who curtail

Any progression

Any inevitable

Corrections

In a grade school

Biology class

About the mess of history

Humans ears always 

Pay attention

In the face of

Booksmart corrections

Delivered snail mail

First class or even

Cash on delivery

Atlas Shrugged

Mighty greek gods

Were simply simple 

Precursors of many

Other chosen 

Animals who sought

Magical meaning

Both up and down

Down seems by a

Sword’s edge

Sharper shining shrugs

As the earth tumbled

Into black holes

Burrowed by automatic

Creatures

Destined to survive

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