People Are Dividing

People are dividing what they know and they don't know into parts Traffic jams and telephone scams come to know us better than we know our selves It must be time to redress the old, the new , the now we hide from within Slowly entering the news from an unknown perspective to rattle from underneath Death's blanket folds over decay like undone garbage heaps reveals stench This is the new nature made perfectly old by its semblances to dance The light eternal is made of junk the imagination clouds beyond stars its food I blow past you and you past me as we enter another moment oh blankness It is carved carbon dating us back to the earth space we live upon

Blind Dirt

The Blues man sits poised. No, that's not true. A woman wakes in the night and carves a pumpkin. It is Spring and the pumpkin is frozen like so many tears on a ghost's face.

magic wing

the did not know thee when it said "this is no place for e"

It is true that living water brings eternal life to those who drink it. I imbibe the present moment, some buzz I hear, sharp pain I have
thickness of mind
ambition to be pure in the collective mind of posterity. That's what I scanned in. I like how I type, this need be no better for you than for me. If I had a little violence, I have seized so much,I'd seize it all again.

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