Thursday, April 21, 2011


Waking up I am saturated with too much

Wash me away like mouthwash killing bacteria and spat onto where my sidewalk ends.
Dry up and flake away 
Like a drop of blood spilled red under Ra who stares down intently.
Like 100 units of Novolog injected into the   fatty tissue flowing throughout sub-cuteneously.
Like our economy spent by our government on button pushers heading down on the elevator with no lobby frivelously.

Great empire walls long lost to time and tourists begging for one last snapshot.
Culturally shocked in awe slaps our jaw spitting awe shocking cultures.
Crucified by tagged labels held together with palms of bandages and fingers of sutures.
Uprisings waiting for the next downfall until I collapse.
Struggle til I burn out.
Til my light goes out.
Til my back gives out.
Stumble til I can walk straight.
Mumble til I can talk straight.
Fumble til you can take.
An unbalanced B flat jumping through me parting particles in a symphony orchestrated by hope.
Conditionally unconditional.
Desperately impatient.
Dissonence dissolving.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Dark Dove

The shadow covers her
Like the hallow that follows her
Quiet and mysterious
Fire it and hysterious
My mind entwines 
My heart entwinds 
Plethora of darkness
My spark she will light this
Tap onto me this dark dove she may be
Thoughts on the  cusp of thin lined trust
A curiosity seemed to be a must
Rusty aged blades fades age musky
Lay down as one in time in no time