Have a cookie, Like a tourist. Sit down, And eat yamari. Tasty treat. Dear to hearts. Lose some weight With E. coli pie. Drink water, And survive.Read More Like A Tourist
I’d like to have the light on me. I want to be the warmth on you. On anyone I touch. To bring a sparkle in your eye, soul, whole. To transition. I want to hit A beam of light on a crystal drop, and let all the little beams Fly, fly, fly. Off, […]Read More Fly, fly, fly
You are my Vagus Nerve. My wanderer, my love. You have my lungs, my gut, my heart. You make my voice crack and creek, My ears tickle so deep, My heart pace my beat. Go dive my jugular foramen, Make me sweat in my sleep. Run along side my blood sheathed carotid, Nesting so close, […]Read More My Vagus, My Love
Maybe so if the skies were red and white and green. People will wonder where it all was. That it was really a dream. And we all woke up at the same time. And the sky woke up too. The colors elated. Turn into lollypops and dragonflies. And the macho pinks would have a battle […]Read More The Macho Pinks
Hot. Desert-like. Humid. Coast. Roaches. The sea, not really. The Gulf is dirty. The wind. The sand. Beaches. No coconuts. Hair tangled. Can’t comb. Ever get that fixed? Palm trees. Should they be here? Who brought them first? Knots in hair. Should have brought a comb. Why did I not condition my hair? Want to […]Read More San Dunes
Can you let me paint myself to sleep? Paint the sky. That is me. The blinks. Those are my moles. The mountain. Two. That, my feet. Is that who I want to be remembered as? A robust set of constellations in the night spread across two mountains? Perhaps that is all I will show […]Read More Mediocrity in All the Grandest Night Skies
If there was a chalk storm, How many would survive? If a chalk shortage arrived, What would teachers teach on? If chalk was collected from an eraser, How many pieces of chalk could be made? If I had a long new piece of chalk, I would break it in two, Share it with […]Read More Where does chalk come from?
Goat feat into goat meat. The dust sweeps while fat eats. Ruminant’s bowels, an easy forty. Towels in the bathroom. There is no water. There is no electricity. Sit for an hour and watch generosity. Sleep or steep tea in the dark. When cats bark there is no me. Go home and hate it. Go […]Read More Goat Feat, Goat Meat