Sand Paper

Neil spoke of the death of rock and roll
Young and stumbling through his time
The land shook with pain and desperation
Let me gather some consensus as to the climate
The wind feels heavier and stronger
Descending from the clouds are drops of rain
Larger and more powerful than ever before
Trepidation and melted snow cover the earth
Singing with banjos as an extension of our arms and attitudes
Struming life into existence

Symetrical Breathing

Another path upon which a shadow falls
Another inhilation
Torn ligaments and blue jeans to match
Cutting grass because we prefer green to brown
Even to odd
Hair dyed red that speaks of falsehood
Matching the color of blood

My Dreams Tell me Lies

After sex, we embrace.
Hands clinging to some hope
A shield from loneliness made of cardboard
And it is raining.

The Death of I

Light.
And the moth hovers
Nearby,
Warmth tempts him
Halogen heaven.

Singing in the Dark

Falling through echoes
Freedom is a sound
Reverberating across
The music of centuries
Trombones conceal the
Nervousness that is
Bravery

Thought

The contradiction of being
Human
and being
Pensive

The logical
Click-clack of
Dominos
As they fall.

The Sky and You

Lips formed from rain
The yeasty path
Intrinsic to the wind
Liquid tongue and
Groove of melting air
The
Drip
Drop
Patter
of a smile

Sex(uality)

Living is breathing
and
Breathing
is

Death.
Oh, how forlorn Macbeth looks
he wants to have sex with his wife,
fulfill that masculine fantasy.
Semen and closed legs have no community.
Cum.
Don't lie to oneself
The Queen as my witness.

Water as it Falls

Can you imagine how I feel?
Driving with you.
We are the water
Cascading down the road
Fluid motion is laughable.
Holy shit
I'm drunk
Dead
Cascade.

Hill Soiled w/t Grass

Can I love a mushroom?
Dirt in the ground/hallucinogens
Fuck, I love color.
Nevermind mushrooms and green (get it?)
Let's all (get) together.
Smokey bathroom and the tattoo you hide from your mother,
Who, by the way, is fat.
Cigarettes.
Mushroom clouds and atomic gases
Damn I love Winston Churchill
(Yeah, I know he's dead)

Imperfection and the Sun as Witness

Trust me
Only
Enough
To fall
The sky
Tumbles
In view of
Clumsy sun
Trips over her/his
Shoe laces

Duplicity

As a child
I ran to the Water
Innocence and chocolate
Smeared across my hands
Drowing with a smile
She welcomed me

How we marvel at
Light and Earth
Still, they are the shadows of Water


The simplest thing
The smallest child
The greatest wonderment

loneliness
one
and
one

Validation

Escorting me inside
He finds redemption in every aspect of walking
Movement his God
The translucence of eyes bride him of his freedom
Tempted to slow down
He regains his pace
Too anxious to await the second coming
I am stunned and crawling behind him
Fear of loosing myself
Stocked and pilled above insecurities
A mountain is only a mountain until it falls