Insubordinate There once was a nation of Morley Made of the best force In parley It was staffed by the stupid Led by the lost And struck out against the lucid They tangled with a neighbor one day Who said to them once “About face” The command went unheeded The attackers went fleeing And MorleyContinue reading “Insubordinate”
Glip Jlop Brigoblbley Constantly indecisive
One Self Leaving then Following some footsteps To the next Ending Finding oneself Knowing the ticking That makes one Tock Beginning anew Understanding all fibers That make one Many Finding another One who understood And catalyzed our Brood Breaking apart From a release We thought wouldn’t Happen Beginning again By letting go Of every singleContinue reading “One Self”
Unbound First Words Wow, You look Beautiful. I hope you Don’t mind Me saying.
Submarines Turbines turn and guide the way. We suggest you glide away. Have you wondered how it feels, Throwing switches in the seals? A bubble stream trails machines. We stand up and survey the scene On the bridge above the reef Suspended on disbelief.
Maskara Your face is a canvas Go forth and paint You wield the brush well And the palette is filled Shade and line and Make those gradients Strategic and Intentional Strategic and intentional Are the soft bouquets And the lines from dashes Of gentle pigment spreads It makes art on the Elaborate canvas of youContinue reading “Maskara”
Pioneer Park Oatmeal and raisin At the top of the mountain Where pilgrims Gather in a hollow In wagons which others will Definitely follow Downpour’s begun Spitting at your grass Where cows and asses Chew their cud And the mountain’s pass Becomes dense mud Coffee beans grinding To keep the senses alive And with ourContinue reading “Pioneer Park”
No Better Analogue By Jove, you look fetching. Heavens, you look gorgeous. Dearie me, you look ravishing. Yowzah, are you charming. Wowzers, you look pretty. Holy fuck, you look hot. Jesus H, you’re fantastic. God, you are spectacular. Man, are you attractive. Goodness, you allure me. Christ, you are gravitating. My word, you’re brilliant. IContinue reading “No Better Analogue”
Bladed Pens Sitting by the river Two hands in the dirt On the bank’s slope Watching trees in the breeze Out of so many Late nights Ink points were Mistaken for spears Gold in the water glitters Snow-melting sunspots glisten Day rises to grace rock formations And the great mountain’s faces Bladed pens on staffsContinue reading “Bladed Pens”
Doc Gleam of the instruments On the silver platter Reflect fluorescent photons And x-ray waves While the blood on the table Acts as ink blotters Whiting out stains of pink Tearing into the wounds to help Stitch the pain back together Weaving skin as a basket Patching where it can Pulling where it can’t ButterflyContinue reading “Doc”