Crisis of Death

a skull
with a snake
running through
it...

Influence

A goat bleats
and a man says you can only make art
when you suffer

But we know this
is not at all true
painting our fences
into the ground

Then looking up
at the sky
I see a falling child

My pants are torn
like a cloud
in the winter sky
that is forever continuous

We go home and cry
and itch a little too
to get out

But light creeps in
the corners are filled
with it. Up 'til now
when we both leave

This is the mirror
and both of us
are in it

Looking up for the falling
who fall to us
from above
like those children

They pull the cord
on the last light bulb
in the sky

Tease The End

like when the commentator says
"we'll be right back with more..."
craving the continuance
and not wanting to know the end
when it is already here
that this is all there is
that there is no that different from this
in this world
set apart from the moon
but also set apart from the whole

so we are critical
Is that in the code?
we wonder at night when we wake
maybe not those thoughts
but they return
always a little different
like growing cousins
at face value

the mullen that grew in the back yard
appeared like a cactus
and no one knew what it was
until she said what it was
& I thought, for an instant
"it could be dangerous"
but that was its pull

CALL AND RESPONSE

CALL: When I get Alzheimer's I hope I don't lose it all the time and punch you in the head.

RESPONSE: That's ok, I'll wrap your hands in towels.

Bath

Let the King
have his bath

The Lady In Waiting
can wait

Apple Sauce

we come into the world and eat apple sauce
then leave the same way

Of Colors Unseen

the blowing up and bubbling over
followers unassigned by the rule
float and floating open into dust
and brown turn in on blue again