Lotus Lingerings

Home is not as sweet as licking water lilies.
Homer flavors myth with Ziziphus to lengthen the trials of Odysseus.
Wading in psychedelic bliss, we wonder why one might wander from worldly ignorance.

Once forbidden to seek such succulence, the humans served the consequence.
In case we know too much, there is a place to stay to get stuck.

Entropy

Seabirds startle
Just before plummeting to the ground
Mussels fracture

An officer’s shadow interrupts my periphery
Firmly he grabs my shoulder firmly
He lulls me
It is not tomorrow yet

I notice all the houses are built of brick
Wolves are no longer protected
The natives of this town want
Tranquilidad

They inject my arm with this memory
Time began above a sign that illustrates such
Aside the highway where buses follow ladders and hoses
Eyes of incandescence and crates of chickens strapped in trucks
Box of help is on the way

Fresh from school
On a day from which the wallpaper shone
Preferred tones of green uniform blue and hot hot white
I walk

I pause to fish a pebble from my shoe
I throw rocks
Where a body is
Shells scatter

Uranophotography

No photography reveals heaven to men
So wand will replace lever when shutter catches slipping swells
A quill will quell the acoustic talk in the cave
Divine darkness drinks the color and saturation from our earthen home

Upon silently staring past our door agape
Specs of distant suns move to not fro
A deep space gradually traces the unlit side of a cypress
Ornate limbs look like a still school in a teeming sea
Around another setting its fractal place is picked parsley

Even echoes warm a cave
Now we burn our given home
But no fire so great can extinguish
Only change the skin of sea.

The Cuts

These be some paper shapes I been cutting.

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It is not year of the monkey, but he likes to perch on my back.

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This is a mutilated, then resurrected poem. Makes me want to throw rocks.
(it's bigger when you click on it)

Leagues of Thieves

The leagues of Hivites and Israelites harbored both their sons of vice.
The beautiful act of multiplication was mistranslated by Shechem, the traitor.
He had done the daughter of Jacob and Leah (named Dinah), the dirtiest deed expected of a rogue.
Commit a crime he did to her and tribe alike: he begged their permission to commit to her providing an ass for an ass and promised to circumcise all the men in his land, which manifested a deal of glass.

Commit a crime to him they did their deed as it came to pass with sword in hand and not out of mind they could get the act of Shechem fondling Dinah's mole.
You think revenge may appease Jacob and you have not a clew.
Some brethren brought their swords with them and every man they slew for all that anger feeds are desert fires and vice for vice transpires.
The laws of justice do not cease for multiplieth Jacob's grief for losing his daughter's purity and counted each his sons a thief.

Exodus Genesis Exodus

Swallows ascend in plumes of smoke
their plumage grips smut
for no oil permits its resistance
they permeate nonesuch
from forth their suits no sweat
mere silt-colored sweaters the wear

on the antennae when they meet
They make the sign of a t
then flee in the form of a flying v

the Tenant inside underneath
watches TV
does not see electricity does not
pay to view Sojourners’
Exodus Genesis Exodus

inside and under tenement rock
sensory membranes are battered lawn grass
to breathe here means to go blind
to adjust reception means to permit
transmission of pidgin language

no words just hunger no gestures
no songs but wings
mimicking the veins of the city
all that is leaving for far too many
not bombs but falling birds

it’s not You
rather how you will be
forgotten in beds of soil you turn
rich and rotten

every Sorry Thank you Please
erased of all our memories
anonymous feathers
formalities for stuffing our pillows
and we are all beaten cases
how we tried to find our fill
never meant by sense or will
for often said without a clue
what was meant by
how are you

Piñata rain

Listeners shift attention to this smell:
Exploded tires are rubber siding for a shelter
plastic bags build bonfires

Down the block “smoke signals,”
Cry emaciated dogs for scraps limping

Competition cocks fight a frustrated crow
Servants “live-in” an outside kitchen; cooks for household
Flips flop on a painted concrete floor

Sniffing fake flowers
Makes us sneeze from the dust

Shelf of knickknack jesus shrine
Maria-Hosep holds him just
A plastic automatic; little boy gun toy

His story is breeding
Listeners bear witness

Lives shred
Op-ed clippings
Ash parachutes
Terraces saturate the confetti shower of shell powder--body shock

Terminate the masquerade
Pudding body cotton family holy is the matrimony
Tobacco brother pallbearer plow the rice ceremony

“Piñata rain,” the milkfish comment as they nudge oyster towers
Confidence the mortar stacked to self-sufficient order
Built better than the fatal footbridges over ponds for fish
Broken by beat of boots and boys off boats
Born of pallet scraps and friction hands flicking off the ash
Born to break by drops in forecast

Clouds distort the cloud reflection
Pacific bleeds and puffs clouds everyday
Evaporating back to a saline state

Ships sail even when the wind stops blowing

Shaking somehow is our ship

No shore but floor slats slacken
With the stain of weather at this vane
On latitude we rely
For lack of firm terrain
Leaking where ‘scapes between the width of rows
Reveals that if our load were light
We might require only oars

Buckets to bail us out to aid us aloft
From our boat turned by a trickle a trough
A torrent tucked tidy in our vessel
My vessels should drain
Dilate ripple
Arms reach out through holes
I bolster
I vest in you
So generous the space afloat
I may slip through

Perhaps you were sent particularly for this emergency
Denying the probability of drowning underneath thee

Whilst you crackle the clouds break the sky
A day reveals surfaces abound
We learn what evaporation turns to rain

Chopping waves build condensation from this plane
At length the horizon is always
Distance vanishing
At depth we bury the debris to stack landscape sedimentary

Somehow disputing currents flow
Between all the sunken
Eyes peak at all objects we dismissed forgotten

Perhaps we can start from nothing
In the middle of ocean & storm
From cinder in the midst switch the entire form
Piece by piece we knock out boards from deck
Pulling cards from the chance of now what is left
Stumble structure whole in the wind
Trade the rudder in change the bow bereft

Shaking ship fathoms not
What it means to sink nor swim
Not now is the time for it
To learn to think
Nor bolt the cannons to the gunwale
From war to spar we makeshift a sail
Arriving at the bottom no doubt without sinking
Hold your breath my love, your life

Inspect our keel buoy here
Survey all the islands near
While waves of your so sonorous overtones crash in
I allow this to happen.

Night-time Respiration

Silhouettes of plants thrive in outer space
like anemones sprawl below clouds of jellies
fish are stars

Shapes can coexist and invent sources of light—
Words

There is nothing more stunning
than an epiphyte
juxtaposed by a jar
thirsty for change.

Twilight adorns my succulent on the windowsill
the barrier between the stars and leaves is only that of sound

Tonight is an ocean
black flora and parachutes in sporadic constellation
from flat cold and far they pulsate
orchestral whispers of flagellate cells

Each coin collects light within the glass
it only needs to steal a breath

Fresh from school

On a day when the wallpaper shone
preferable tones of uniform blue
green and the hottest white
I was walking

Even though the natives of this town might agree
that this alone should inject a fluid sense of serenity within me
time was rupturing

and the most outstanding feeling
was not unlike when you are going about your day
and coincidentally you approach an acquaintance

A light of recognition grows upon their face
which you attempt to imitate
they begin to wave a little
kindling affection

You realize they were looking
through you at the man
now brushing past your shoulder

You recoil from your peak
just before plummeting
to the rise of the sidewalk crack
your collected shell disassembles
entropic seabirds startle

Pausing at the overpass
I fish a pebble from my shoe

I throw rocks from above
a sign that illustrates such
(except it should look accidental)
beside the highway
buses substitute ladders and sometimes hoses
incandescent eyes follow
crates of chickens buckled in truckloads
where a body a vehicle

Feathers and fires fan
stretchers and cameras summoned
bodies shudder
Help is on the way

In my periphery an officer’s shadow interrupts the scene
He firmly grabs my shoulder lulling
It is not tomorrow yet
today I notice all the houses
built of brick.

Potted Plant Out of Sink

On the brink of tipsy
No shilly-shally smile
Stray hairs of hers are wispy
Unruly wind-whipped wild

Spore borne spare change

Falling out pockets holy
Handstands falling hands full

Firmament the concrete handfuls
Mixing minds are happy
Empty

O grapher, Selen

You continue to phase us with your ways
So dark and milk combined
Making trips grafting rays of marigold cycles white, chopping high celestial tree
You charter graphs in oblong routes amend a chart and slice a pie

You charter paths for catch phrases like, “Peace on Moon” preparing a place for us to rest
La luna mi amor, your predictive matters of unpredictable mass shift weight less
Objects like marbles protected moving motionless projected to the naked eye.

Your methods of mapping surpass the meddling of earthlings
We are mere cartographers with no field book of you
Your moments of flags and art of trash void in your crater

You are the greater heaven ripped magnetic tides binding
Our bodies to your waistband while showers shoot eyes out like meteor’d sockets