weeksgonedry

a mosaic appears
shimmering to the blink
/
wiggling to the feel
/
if there weren't
a guffaw to echo
then
lips wouldn't eat this
all up.

-

step before step
& foot after foot
- - -
there's a sinking
a loss of legs
. . .
toes touch surface again though
and
this cycle moves to puzzlement
a confusion
to emphasize
overall standing.

9/15/10

woke up
to a teacup
served by ma.
grabbed a ride to the place
to help out with some hunger.
a man there
had the habit of punching the thin air
his demons must've been less transparent
than others.
walked to a friends
but met halfway
to receive a gift i could light.
instead of a wipe-down
there was an egg&swiss sandwich
& one meow of relief
as the dentist called.
back to a playground
where lawnchairs
became bowling pins
and the woods hid us from
property damage.
at home
a wall
just for me
played smiles that
i need.
too much chicken/ice cream
sleeping on a nauseous couch
-
the leaves are starting
to catch my eye
more & more now
and i'm back home.

fallaugh

a jacket that's been lost

& had been had

since what seems like

infancy

is found in the back of a close friend's car

right as

the first bleak breezes of fall

give birth to blow

tobacco to burn faster &

my hair to mess easier,

-

the covering itself

is less of a reward

than the basis of :

common possessions

of your own worth

always make way

-

back to bethink

-

as the earth alters it's fancy

once again.

goodforeverything

when there was a chance
to look past the expanse
of what our eyes would usually see
only a heaven's blur developed
& a cloud with obvious personality
cycled through hue & shape -
quickly & oh-so-sharp
that ten digits of fog
animated their way upward
before
interlocking and becoming a knot
to mock the limits of flesh -
to give us a jealousy to smile at because
realization was overbearing
when this vision of our perceiving
holding hands meeting joyously with mystery
faded to reveal the sun.

morningplans

asafigureicouldbeclaydousedingasoline
nomatchestoharden
butliquidtokeepmecooland
smelly.

- - -

long stretches of cement smiles keep egging me along a rat race of cuetips
a track of mirrors
& porcelain laptops.
my teeth
may not be as white as they used to be
but the stains
are of neither
coffee/bile/nicotine
but rather
the holding back
of what only the world needs to see.

valuable

the (wo)man sticking out the corner of the corner of things said/says/& is saying :

do not worry about your life

but i need to furrow myself&brows just to get any reaction at all

what you will eat

i'll ingest whatever's half eaten/a day too stale/ touched the ground more than once

nor about the body

it's only appropriate to crouch anymore, standing tall is but a boast of height and itself

what you will put on

garments of gauze and scab-like tunics find themselves to my chest and legs before i awake

life is more than food

the body is more than clothing

of how much more value are you than the birds?

i wish i was a bird but i'd be timid to fly

and which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

forgive me for not acting as a crutch to hold up your massive weight
your bodily odor was once offensive but now i breathe in as if
i
can't and won't ever
get
enough.

mashedturnips&hector's

you know - - -
i could be completely wrong.
no one really knows what
l.-.o.-.v.-.e is .
it's hard to decipher from
so many other
positive things.
i love my life,
the earth,
my family,
my ideas &
feelings themselves.
love
to me
is all those prior
positive feelings
embodied into
one person
in the
present.