You expand yourself OVER the rainstorms, Which is how you learn to live in the sunnies, And yet Bequeathed on land with no timber, . Life is a continuing spreading of advantageons, Which are deceptive to others around you With whom you engage in battle In order to live most fully.

She gives me a path back to humanity, And with her respect I see how I can respect myself, Painting forests or just watching time, And the time clocks shine down on us Granting the knowledge that there will be smiles To feed our true selves, for when we get hungry.

We woke up today, and all of a sudden, people could no longer be swayed by mind control. It happened by our innards, too, our inner cataloguings of the noise the garbage truck made as it passed by, of the pallor of our aging mother as she rested her head back, in her night gown, […]

The porch wasn’t heated, but it was privacy. That’s all Scott cared about. But he didn’t want to be a bother, too. I knew that. Even when I glanced at him, I felt guilty. But I could see it in the way the moth-covered light glanced from his neck — at least it was something.

Today it is just objects — . There is no love, There are no serene vistas of clay Offshooting the mountains with their savvy, . These things have Blended with the colors of nectar Before the lotus sun and . Now in twin worlds We reach for what is right before us, So that even […]

The stillness That befalls all of us In introspective situations Played down by deity for Life’s unfurling foreplay . Eats solely And wrongly To attach to stigma As we hush under the din Of the train And call this progress . Until With hushed skirts We curtsey past lights And hounds no Full scent passing, […]

Didn’t your mama teach you not to go around there? Everything moves in congruence, everything has light. Look for the old man with the withered face, who leans back and looks at you with the tired gaze, this is where your food will come from, and not because he likes you. The oranges will come […]

I was on the moonlit side of town, Walking fast to shirk the janitors’ buzzings, With situations down the road I knew I’d need to quell with marijuana And the plant in the corner Would Take a breath and wonder why Life just stopped.

By giving us all this death and killing, By Insinuating to us . All This shrapnel And rock and roll, . They are begging us To believe that nothing matters, . The toggling, revolving Man In the sky . Is putting full faith in us To function under the proviso that Nothing matters.

I am flagging, And they are flagging, . I court the tiny turnstiles in the sky, All painted yellow, Neon, All painted purple, . The bishops stately with a forced forbearance and we All learn to fear our own heavy heads, . The Santa Maria the resident shiny object.