Mittag, Kanada

A landed mark across the sky

Awakenings, the subtle touch of wind
Greedy colors steal you
and hold your gaze infinite
The breeze controls your wonder
Waiting for the most serene moment

To stun you
silent, blind, deaf, mute
Oh, to feel

Keats in Rome

How much verse gone, unwritten?
Troubled bodies carrying troubled souls
Led to the dirt with soot stained gowns
Millions of miles between creation and literacy
A fox hole, the nature of one's birth

Out the in Side

Turn the sky inside out
Peel it back
Concrete, disillusionment
The great gap between
desires and outcomes
Where have the stars gone?
There and in between here,
Push, Peel, Disintegrate

And a Wave of Joy Washes Over Me

There's something to be said for
pure
unaltered
spontaneous
joy

sun overtaking the sky
contact
presence

the longest
shortest
briefest
most everlasting
moment

Televis-ion

Watch and silent introspect-ion
What a horribly slow way to loose one's self
Never-ending frozen escalator,
mid-sentence, wawawawawaiting