A million trees repeat themselves. The dark, the heat and stagnant air nod a hundred heads in seats to sleep. Stops at all the Circle K’s. This one stays still and sound, head down. Blinding glints of grey-white sky flash from bog-patches like shattered glass in an underpass. He’s undisturbed for hours. Trucks pass, gears [...]

I remember, I do.

The memory was of the earliest days Brief but radiant freedom Not only in a spirit of religious ecstasy But also in search of my own distinctive roots Peculiar nostalgia Strong enough to prevent any sense of finality or permanence

up in the sky on a cloudy day, somehow,

…and he conquered that town with just the Earth in his head conceived the rusty old man on mashed-potato Mountain before it was clear to him, that in the Mountains, the Future lies. for the very Information that is buried inside will eventually escape if we don’t turn it into Noise fast enough… do we [...]

after a dip in the ocean…

Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs, In a small room with a comfortable mattress Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind Hypnotized I think we’re making love.

friday the twenty-third.

–when the rooster crows– A trillion stars erased by one Like ten-thousand campfires beside my window These eyelids are pink ______________________________________ –far off, a ship– Silence by choice Alone is my voice Inside this body Slowly we’ll go Gently we’ll row Into the silence _____________________ –i can see coloured light reflecting off your soul– You’re [...]

trish (on earth)

you say the glass is gone and you’re here now well not here with me but you know or you say “you know” and you mean I know you know so suddenly awaked from dream of shackles and blindfold or not blindfold maybe but coke bottle glasses distorting, giving headaches, making dizzy now you can [...]

return to suburbia

sometimes i lay at night in bed listing friendships in my head and how i’d react should they decide to culminate in suicide

econoculture.

Every ripe tomato was the same size, she said, And each carrot the same colour, It was unbelievable! They were lined up in perfect rows, and, They all tasted soo damn sweet, Their watery hearts, And piddly lungs, Like the purest-looking sugar, The batch with most bleach. And the air sat heavy, putrid, still; Reminded [...]

your/you’re disease.

You advance like an alien being Your body pushed forward through space Awkwardly graceful Atop solid, organic, mechanical limbs Powered by the sun Smooth curves has your craft And bright, shiny windows From which you gleam As you absorb my world With shutters cracked I’ll meet you in another realm, alien girl Your very own [...]

give a homeless person your roaches.

The city is a country Without any borders In this enormous world The city is a country For those who lack a home In this conceptual world This city’s in a country Because it can never be easy In this microscopic world

i/ove/ou

Quick, May be that I can write a poem before my battery dies Where do batteries go when they die anyway? Do they illuminate the stars? Do they leach toxins on mars? And when all of their power juice in gone far away Should we burn them, or eat them, or throw them today? Maybe, [...]

in an apartment on the drive.

Caught in a warm, fortunate updraft Here in L.A. Tailpipes cry the Wednesday-blues Songbirds sing the news Cacti grow so slowly, above the kitchen sink Wishing they could dance the night away, with us As we shuffle in the moonlight below The heavy-beats get so soft and squishy Squash-squirm, am I safe? I am Amongst [...]

Painting of Two Cowboys

Consider these men on horseback mounting a golden ridge in which everything is perfectly composed, the anatomy of their stallions exactly correct and the oil-white clouds just so. September sunlight combs their excellent beards. They’ve rolled the most exquisite cigarettes — they smoke to die on their terms, remind themselves of fathers. It’s hard to [...]

how to discipline a steel horse.

Heavy bass pulse Pounds deep throughout this silent mind; A drone heart in rapid beat Rumbling through ancient flesh Like a pig, half-dead, on a meat-hook Will these ears not burst? An eerily chemical shiver Creeping through this alien body Like ten-million striking bolts Emerging from another realm! Half-starved is this grey soul, By the [...]

living in a haiku wasteland.

Hiding behind a million knees Your button eyes still see Dark silhouettes of mountain Swallow the purple setting sun Through smokey autumn skies, in the dusty faraway. As the sound that is all around you Falls absolutely still You tremble softly. For the first time in your pure, small world Tall people of all ages [...]

{Here are eight haikus}{I wrote them on the front stoop}{At the shepherd’s house}

Universal wish To grasp at something more than That which we can see __________ Marijuana smoke Exhaled throughout our kisses Higher than two kites __________ Floating in the sea Don’t want to think anymore Carry me to safety __________ Chickens might know more Than you or I could ever But probably not __________ Laying in [...]

garbage juice reads the classics: patty sue

a belated birthday present for a pretty girl. one day itll be a song (talent permitting) upon request: Her skirt is made of cotton, it disappears when it gets wet Her breasts made of cashmere emblazoned like She’s in the infantry the longer She stretches, She’s small but She’s made out of plasticine I screw [...]

today is yesterday’s future.

Soldiers rouse my slumber Apprehensive rest Soldiers plague my classroom Where is freedom now? Awakened by the pitter-patter The raining down of lead Imprinted in mine ‘I’ Uninvited sorrow The hysteria of tears Desensitizing children Of every tribe Violence attaining violence The ends reflect the means

designated/existence.

Inherent existence refuted Phenomena as like illusions No thing is independent Release from the bondage of attachment The past is in body The future is in mind A small flame spreads Just as affliction grows The antidote is virtue 10 000 obstacles A battleground within Patience truly tested By the most able of teachers The [...]

the result of what i thought.

A triumphant human-being Alone in the sky Awaits nothing Has no time Deeply rooted To the centre of rare-perception And the core of the Earth His pulse is magnetic No Suffering, No Source, No Cessation, No Path He’s barely a child Lacking a reason To stay or go

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