Sun at Four Past Noon

Sun at four past noon
Faintly warm, warm enough to lift cool
shadows to skies of shimmery gold
Beyond invisible horizon
Smooths freckled, rigid crease like a
flow of liquid yolk
between your fingers
Drips of pearls, ivory and silk
Speaks soft
syllables of a foreign language
afar off veils of pale white haze
Slowly, seeping into red earth
These old hands, dusted
with history sun doesn't know of

 

2016

 

Rat Race

Begin to run run run
on my count three, two, one
Go ahead pick someone
to be the leafing one
So you think you are done
I tell you not now son
The end will come soon hon
It will be so much fun
Warm welcome from base one
the epic rat race has just begun

I love to run run run
I live for three, two, one
I wanna kick their butts
and be the leading one
Oh hell yeah I have won
They tell me not yet son
So how could this happen
all in for none, none, none?
Warm welcome from base one
the epic rat race has just begun
 

 

Church of St. Roach

Pest Pest Pest Hordes of Pest Swarms of Pest Pest Pest Pest Roams on Earth Runs the world Pest Pest Pest Feces sucking feces Pest Pest Pest Nickel craving Nickel Pest Pest Pest Noisy Bloody Filthy Pest Pest Pest Mindless Hopeless Reckless Pest Pest Pest Burn then all Drown them all Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest We don't need any Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest You are a pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest Pest We don't need anymore

 

2015

 

Making Sense of The Rain

Time has failed, so has rain.
Rain as heavily as you may
Do not mind
sharp bolts and thunders because that way
your everything belongs to the rain.
Pour, pour heavier, 
pour to your heart's content.
Pour through window sills, 
wall cracks and ceilings
on floors we lie still. 
Then drown, drown the tired ones
before sun rises,
to heaven you'd drown us with happiness,
though I was told there'd never be another sunrise. 
So take your time.

 

Kill March

Expunge March. Nobody likes March. Remove March from calendar. Erase March from life completely. February and April don't need March. The rest of the nine whole months hate March. Spring doesn't need March. The heat despises March. The rain would pour anything to wash away March if March doesn't stick on like a piece of old, tasteless gum. March is senseless, mediocre, and pointless. It suffocates people and wrecks their nerves for self-entertainment. Nobody cares if March is gone. People don't want March. I don't need March.

 
 
 

Blue

below zero
froze a heart in broken blue
navy blue
medicine blue
and siamese blue

infinite sea
runs in my veins in search of
biting blue
arctic blue
perhaps seagulls will find you

sapphire reef
comes in a thousand shades of blue
royal blue
tarnished blue
bruised kind of blue

endless grey
reveals the melting hill in blue
foggy blue
cloudy blue
can't explain that blue

 

2014

 

White

white waves sail
through loosened tethers
bright sun slips
under the weather

Tuesday morning
water simmers
seashells crack
birch shelters

a warm glow, darling
gentle hare

teal, blue spring
winter air
sound of ether
birds rather near

 
 

Circles 


for so so long
circles revolve, circles rotate
in their very own galaxy
till once gravity pulled two stars to meet
and closer we’ve become
so close now we are

soon two stars farewell
one stays the other heads the other way
winter won’t be the same again
space won’t be the same again

we all know so well
you have a place in me
you share a piece of me
this isn’t the same as the ordinary
only we know
only we know best

till the time we meet again
till it draws us close again