Trust. Hah.

Cavemen invented dusk.
Owls invented midnight.
Fawns invented the dawn,
and C.S. Lewis brought the fawn to life.
You bring to life my face.
Thoughts drift and break
Wafting as a crumpled leaf
Falling ever so slightly toward my bare feet
Landing and kissing the earth.
Rumbling in agreement she roars
A bestial chorus
Stampeding my ears with nature
Overrun with beauty, power, and constellation.
Your eyes sparkle, no, twinkle
Begging me with a cunning wink.
My feet move without prompting
Unable to regress, only digress
Pushing mud between my toes
Sliding toward destiny
Your arms dance and pivot.
Beckoning me. Bringing me close.
At this point flat on my back.
The distance between us diminishes.
As your hand grabs ahold.
Pulls me in.
I catch a glimpse of your eyes.
Two different colors. Strange.
I hug you tight and grasp your back.
The dagger plunges into mine.
I invented our love.
And you will invent my demise.

nobody reads this anyway

going on a temporary writing hiatus while I finish out this semester. If anyone cares. Let me know, I'll write more.

The taste of sparrow.

Cackle young bird.
Laugh at me from your high spot.
If I was taller, by only two measly feet--
your straw nest would stand ablaze.
I'll cackle at you bird.
At the wings you can't use yet.
Snuff it out with those flammable feathers you wear.
I dare you.
Jump and soar before it's meant,
or jump and die forgotten on this very sidewalk,
or sit and burn.
Sit and hope.
And wish.
And wait. To no avail.
On tail the fire catches.
Sulphur matches coat made free.
Burn.
and Burn.
and Burn.
So jump.
Catch my hand with trust and fate.
Cackle again.
CACKLE.
I dare you.
Seriously.
I dare you.
You're simply lucky I'm not two feet taller.
Or your nest would be engulfed,
and you would have to trust--
me. Your target. Your enemy. My second chance.

Hah.

Consider what is ultimately real.
Not time or body or God.
maybe god.
There is evil, therefor good.
They coexist.
Without one there is no other.
Good is evil because good creates evil
and without evil there is no good.
So evil is good and brings such.
Complex paradox of intimately infinite proportions.
Speak to me.
Show me both and the same.
without an understanding how do you prove
you are the other.
Being is a state.
and without being there is no god or God
While some people believe there is no being without God.
I am god.
Not God.
God god Good good evil is evil
Brings forth the prior.
He flooded the land to kill evil with evil
He judged and picked one to judge.
Picked evil to spy evil to bring good.
Internally we and I do the same
I write my scripture to believe.
What I wrote is right and wrong
and in the middle
we become complete.

Kokopelli's Rebirth

on whim,
but flute is all he's ever known
and with hair his cover blown.
Cut it,
Stand up straight and tall
Here's a tux.
Begin life anew.
Way, path, price.
Dreaming of the 21st century
from a pre-settled perspective.

Malignancy

Benign. What a silly word.
The feeling of blah.
The way I can't pick where to eat when prompted.
Talking like a baby is benign
Washing your hands is benign
Knowing how to spell a word the same every time.
Care not.
Worry not.
Benign means tomorrow will still come.
Benign is elusive and savage.
Carefully plucking a leaf off the rose
One-by-One
One for all.
Survivor. Fighter.
My mental Kaleshnokov fires
The wound benign.
Imaginary bullets
meet imaginary chest and
rupture imaginary hearts,
Which lead to imaginary deaths.
Of the ego, the id, the pride.
Modest now.
So humble.
I'll just sit and think it over.
So benign.

Garden Variety

I miss being able to use the teeter-totter.
see-saw.
Too big, too tall, too fat, too heavy;
Nope, they're too small
My feet plant and push
They fly.
Outer bounds of the playground
hold their rag-doll body--
mid-air
The point of no movement
before you must come down
momentum and movement
is defeated momentarily
Constricted, twisting, defying
Pirouette off the stage, and
Hold your roses in hand.
Lay down.
Close the lid.
and Bury yourself 6 feet beneath the Earth
I sit on the see-saw silently
Butt pressed to sand
Friend flew to Heaven
as a rabbit chasing a carrot into a salad shooter.