weapon

you present your weapon,
it speaks only punctuation,
sigh here, dive there. your tiny body
surpassed. you project this apocalypse
of power, small gas station parking lot.
so many times the world ended---
we were floored. knife reflects light.
i know these are people, living things, despite.
we've all got cities, countries, pets.
my own paradise shifting away with
contact, the cold contents lost, smuggled.
no one is a thief just like no one is a
dead person but we all die. weapon,
weapon, weapon. where aren't you?
i can't hide, i could barely die.

bread crumb

an ode to the white and why me
play the planetary card -
a room full of chairs, and nobody.
there were clouds in a sky
a generation began new
the earth itself is not so far away and
we have slightly splurged our way here.
made toast of the bread crumb trail -
there were clouds in a sky.

the place sparkles

can we paint the place sparkles?
light for the universal reverend-
the gravity of giants fell against the loudness, blues,
in strings as the sound of flight, scales of ice
and the jazz chants toward the spirits of the
season. every thing on us is magic apparel, peach rain,
creating juice, a tea with one body. but not
one mind- what differs and makes us melon
choly- in the way of situations we're presented.
signals are searching for holes in our sky-
our great grand scape, a right of passage
for all that the lunar locked here. we are all effect-
can we paint the place sparkles now?
what dance do we do when it's done?

bliss

on my way to night, not home,
just alone, which is home. turn signal, sky opens up,
blue to all the pale, gentle things again. it's
paved empty for me, just me, i sit here travelling.
being alone is the ultimate pleasure. street lights go off, see-
robots already have taken over the world.
no action, no sound at all; decadence of self.
finally i know this space. i looked for nothing,
i found a lot. we rest every day- each
and every day we rest. nothing is happening,
cops are lined up along every curb. nothing is
happening. i might love you; it doesn't matter.
nothing is happening, nothing.