Snuffle Sardanapalus
As a goodwill jester,
invite the invaders
to your slumber party.
Snuffle Sardanapalus
As a goodwill jester,
invite the invaders
to your slumber party.
The Symphony of the Whiskered
Send the children off to bed.
It is time for us to determine if
our kin is the same sex as the crickets.
Shall we start by examining the variation
in the dead or shape our expectations and
our precedents from the testimony of crows.
Entanglement
1 (overture/ phlegm)
Phantom flash/ limb sensation/ to tremble
Those who survived the fire
Continue reading “Entanglement”Father’s Day and Night
I touch the pain
the place
in my Father
that he doesn’t want seen
OFFERING
The peace offering
from our shadow-deficient twins
was a bomb,
everyone’s elicit enthusiasm erased
by the explosion
televised live,
living rooms all across
the world
filled with a light
stranger than the sun
no one thought to look at anymore,
Gumball Blue
“War,” the little girl says, “is when papa is gone.” If you look out the window, you too might see the horizon line fizzing like a lighted fuse. It began years ago. More and more words were allowed to choose their own meaning, and now we find ourselves surrounded by random fragments of abstruse codes. Don’t you think it’s time for a gumball machine that dispenses eyeballs? Everything else has failed – duty, honor, country. We need to have a conversation, decide on a plan, something, before unfamiliar birds visit us in our sleep, stripping dream bushes of every last berry.
The Babies Born
Where was the man?
No ants in his pants.
No motion in his flawless body.
He was checking on the babies born.
Narcotics of Narcissism
Don’t stare at your reflection
too long, Tim;
you may turn into a knife for yourself.
Cirque du Soleil
You were a failed experiment
on my living room carpet
two nights after the earthquake.
Of Godhead and Gravestones
Rip the words from my tongue
before they find form