A universe exploded Such an explosion It spawned: Dark, light, daytime, and heat. It was cold already. In that explosion, love formed And took shape over time, Just as the worm did. Which ultimately turned into The giant worm. God watched from a close by station What did He evolve from? A crash? Why doesn’t… Continue reading Evolution
When I was walking to my class, I saw a young man there. He was talking to himself, and pulling on his hair. He threw his book upon the ground. (He only carried one) Upon the bridge, he screamed and yelled, It did not seem too fun. He slammed the book again! AGAIN! Until it… Continue reading When I Was Walking to my Class
o land on my feet a few steps from where I left off. why. Turn a new leaf and leave it on the table Light the lanterns, and put paint on the stables You’ve been docked at a phantom beach, Looking for Neptune to fall. Fathers, children, facts, and fables. The Kremlin, Koran, parliament, dradles. Mend and… Continue reading Why.
I walk each day through waves of sand. With others every day. We bring the oceans to the land, And wait for yesterday. For forty days and forty years We travel. Play each word by ear. And maybe stick with some strange part To ancient voices in our heart. We voyage like the Vikings did… Continue reading That Which Keeps Us Moving
When I think of Cupid I see a corpse in the trunk Of a low ridding Cadilac. I see precious moments cartoons, And other cliches That seem as artificial as a laugh In a business meeting. When I think of Cupid- I picture a circling pack of black dogs, Pacing in-between themselves, waiting for the fight to… Continue reading Cupid
You Got Me Down: I haven’t had too much to drink the last couple days. You got me down. I’ve been trying to spin away from it all. Playing cheesy computer games, and listening to Lucinda Williams till 6:00 in the morning, wondering if my car is getting towed. Sick like heroin, with you. I rest… Continue reading You got me down (An Anthem of Absence)
There are cigarettes in bottles that are scattered through the house. From all the time we’ve spent alone or bored staring at the couch. And the smoke perfume of solitude, swirls, circles like a ghost. It whispers things like go to bed, or figure out the rules. And you find yourself in hallways leading north… Continue reading Disorganize