Childlike / Finish

You can be child-like-I,
Feeling all things tremendously.

You can be deadened inside,
Nothing moves you stupendously.

You can seek middle-just-right,
Finding extremes horrendously.

You will find things catch your eye,
Catching them the sole aim you'll see.

You could live dreams all your life,
Drifting always pretend to sleep.

You may balance edge-of-knife,
Staying upright defies all feats.

You might rather rush the line,
Finding death at the end a treat.

One wing, no flight

Moth wing,
Just one
Flaps round
On ground
Up walls
In jaws
Of ant
Straight line
Sheer might
No grace
Of flight
Spun round
Bright lights

Escape

Too much
Gravity:
So my impulses,
Needs
—unserious, emotional, with difficulties—
Unfreed,
Do not all achieve
Escape
Velocity

Ready, Set, Wait

Sitting,
Waiting,
Ready to go.
Hearing the rain,
Possibilities beckon:
Momentarily on hold.

Beat Drop in Slamdangle

Afore headslam
Dropped walkered
Kneeling clash from
Monkey bar-hangup
Not strong enough
To then string grip
Dangling, rattled my
Cage fell upon,
Pact impounding
Beat of the heart
On flamed-in bones
Unduly fear-entered

Neck, Eyes, Fingers, Heart

Dangling, enchanting, catching
Eye,
Necklace:
His.

Eying, plying—trying?
Shy?
Nearness:
Hers.

Touching, nudging, brushing
By:
Fingers,
Theirs.

Wond'ring, hungry, thund'ring
High,
Heartbeat:
Whose?

Mine?

Rave

Downforest apath slipped:
Stranger I, what cross's pathed?
Dimming mosqueness toe danced in,
'ad paused, full beauty-flowers to mire,
To pre-friend new dualship
And sweetnesses in a nature-share

Last Night's Remnants

Last night's romantic
Gesture: drunken,
                                 rejected:
Vomit and roses.

Windows on the world

In the window
They did all things,
Yet not a thing.
I saw them there,
But knew nothing,
Knowing just what
They were doing,
Which was no good.

In the night-street
They moved as one,
A cloud of smoke
Drifting through air.
Like hungry ghosts
Never sated,
On a treadmill
Run by cravings.

In my own mind
All moved unsynced
Like stop motion.
Time passed faster
Where I marked it,
And eddies slowed
The rest, looped it
Back on itself.

In the world
I moved somehow
Appeared here-there,
Never crossing
Spaces between.
Keeping alive
By tracing steps
Saner than mine.

Seductive Falsehood

I'm reincarnated daily as a roach
Just flattened by size nines,
or the cardboard litter crushed
by big rigs, overrun roadside.
As roadkill rotting unburied
and bloody on the barren shoulder
of a rumble-furrowed stretched I-five.

One day this soul-sapping samsara
Will a wakeless me release
To nirvana, non-arising nothing,
And it will be a grave relief―
Like an empty epitaph in stone,
And cries and sighs and lies and eyes
Of assembled succors mourning grief.