dramama

roar
green turns writhing into black
swirling like a cheesecake
tumbling through the esophagus.
contract
hide your light you faker

and from this we are spent
and in the white find the cream
drip dribble

the rocker rocks
and sways my mother's lullaby
the rocker rocks
and spits his sweat to the scream
choose your peace

man-age-meant

what changes when you must tell people how it must be
what you want it to look like? expect
a stern control
a light guidance
she calls she answers
she is magic in the illusion
be as i if i am god
what i need i know
and the tantric enjoyment
throws shadows in the wind.
it is nothing to cover
the monkey the buddha
the eyes, the ears, mouth
it is the flow through with sight, sound, immersion
allowed

feel it so strong, so strong. only i can have it. have it, so strong
and where it goes, i shall know, no, now, so strong
get me out, out of this play, i star, starry, play
if i want then you must but calls and answers are lost in the winds
eina
i cant be there, i wont be, feel not this discomfort my child
tip tap type tells of toils one two three out is it
when it is right, write
when is it ever right know
before whom standing face on, face off, through which i bid these dues
like morning dews, screaming to drip onto the soil to drink to drink
and drunk with this breath we will blend like droplet in the ocean
ONE
ONCE
TWO THREE

sipping through slipping veins drunk like the roses on cocaine
drink and you shall be fed
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz




its loose

well, the kid slept till ten

i asked her if she slept well
she walked, bowed, to the lake
they ran ahead
their pink tards swift through the trees

this isnt very promising
when you fly alone
your baby asleep
when you start drinking at twelve
your daughters wild

be fruitful. yessir
i will bear fruits every day
rising blessing planting celebrating
i will rear peace

i will buy osh kosh begosh overalls
and coo
i will stretch, mark
and impart what i know
and i will not kill

i am a womb
this is all i am
and you are a seed
and this is all
we evolve, survival-centric

where do the introverts go?

we fold inward
longing through train car windows
at the balloons and how the wind takes them
at the bellies licking ice-cream and how the age takes me.

there seems always a window to look through
and there is no need to feel violated, stripped by our eyes
they are just windows and thoughts are such
and we are just collecting notes for our novels
and honor you for being the innocent postman

policecars should be convertable

perhaps they'd enjoy their jobs a little more
and we'd envy them instead of fear them
more eye rolling i would imagine

but police hair flowing in the wind
ah theyd be pleasant
and there'd be a reason for hiding shades

if youre a policeman and youre reading this
you should suggest it to your sheriff
and i want to say thank you
thank you for keeping us
safe