Spring // Sprung

Abstract // Study

Bramble // Bush

Double // Time

Leggo // Eggo

(Cave Dweller)

Digging into a stack of
memories waist-high,
drug by an under current of
tall tales and legends.
A starry sky three floors up,
doors locked, patience is wrought with
wicked-mimicing mysteries.
Ministries seem misplaced as we
hang the sheets in the wind.
Swing,
Low,
Sweet chariot race into the plains to
avoid bump and burise.
run from born and
fear the fall onto the
face-forward functions of
an anonymous algorithm of rhetoric.
practice what you preach,
perfecting speech,
pronounced predictions sighing it
a loud, self-fulfilling breath
leading into a
vacant prophecy.

(Light Lingers Last)

Light lingers last,
lasciviously licking it's lips,
smacking throws, piercing eye,
finicky frothing forward, trailing
behind desertion. Lusterless,
the laws and traditions mean
nothing to the reverted.
Free wind for trial and error.


Reality elevates it's timing,
rising giants strident in a jungle of machines.
Hand held rush through hallowed halls reading
palms of the Masters.
Click-clack-tiles sing of
higher methods and legends, escape hatch
adventure into wonderland.


Expressionism exhales sentiment.
Snap-trap moments to
plasticize potential and
rectify righteous reasoning.
Flicker under ticker tape parades,
fortress in magical forest,
fast for words, and
breathless in mind.


Wind rush race to the finish,
flying fear first into
headlong heights.
Inclination to entrust Icarus,
to seek sky,
to blink and to fly.

( Sit. Stay. Go. )

*

Systematic reclamation of the

Pieces of me that you left for the dogs.

Shuffle scuffle and relay race.

Let's all chase our tails, sit and stay.

  **

A Rustle of leaves kisses our faces as we run rampant thru Hill and Dale spilling our pails over far yonder ya-yas. Sunlight steaks in out hair giving golden glow, a forbidden familiar force. She is a star that we chase in vain, always sinking below the linear finale. Lost to wander amongst the lesser-knowns and our dear aloof sultana. Scruples and seances supplement the distance, leaves all wanton and wretched in the place of a solid sentient.

 ***

Slip away silently sweet gypsy; they call you back amongst the vagabonds. Climatic catalysm orchestrated by unbounding charm- break the bonds of belonging and escape the tree. 

Closer to the sky but farther is the fall.

Rubber band snap of 

those that strap my chest. 

Heavy heave and sideways glance to 

disguise the mistaken identity. 

Veiled by dimmers and seat belts, 

time leaps into itself over the blue in her eyes. 

You rise up with you feathers and flurry. 

I sidestep and hide lost in buried worry. 

Spacebar blur and sigur slide into sunset. 

I miss the coccoon and the

ripping of my own dear 

sweet silk sack still stalks me. 

Shall I light another cigarette 

(to illuminate my face enough to see out the window)?

Vapors // Divisions

Supposed you hadn't run from your cowardice, flung like a rat into the night to search out your survival. Supposed I hadn't come after you in my bravery, and certainly suffice to say I’ve made a journey based on foolish games of the heart. I've yielded again to her intricacies and her desires, only to be left on the side of the road to wander through the carcasses of the wildflowers. 

The utter vastness of this place reminds you of how far there is to run, how she can allude you to believe you can push yourself to the outer corners of the world without crowding out another species, but ‘tis not true my little rodent. Wild and restless is the ache in your heart and in reality what is it you so desperately seek? Ruminate with me on the possibilities of inertia for one second and come back down to the field and the flies and the preserved rot in this place. Lay and watch the clouds migrate and mutate, and recognize your ability to shape shift and sneak outside of yourself. 

I, however, populate this field alone. You are not to be found. I suppose you have lifted yourself above this place, and joined in the clouds’ ever present parade, anomalous and vaporous. As soon as your shape slides into remote tangibility, the haze slides through the sky and again you have dissipated, like a sigh, or a drop of desire fleeing mine eye. Apprehension of action muddles my original intent. In fact, that intent is but a vague breath, a shiver down my spine, a last note ringing through the hall. The goosebumps having faded already, I forget the shiver that sent them in the first place. 

I shed my skin and sink down to watch the ants march on. Bygone's aqueous kiss forms like sentimental exhalations of the acquiescent, moving along the sky like sails on the wind.

Striding // Giants

In parts of the southwest, but especially Nevada, with the Hoover Dam, there are a plethora of metal giants that stand, straddle, span and skyrocket upwards into the sky. You can imagine them coming to life and marching in their droves across the desert. I admire their structure, the delicacy and intricacy of the many intersecting lines, and the wires that are taughtly strung between them, creating a web of electricity and inter-connectedness.

Circus // Sunset