thrusting sun

nourishes green language

in latticed tendrils

dark reverie

tangled coarse mysterious knot

daylight unravels

I love them like
the constellations
how they fit
in the universe

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as if sex and violence were the same physical language

as if I could fuck my way to sanity

I am your cyborg future.  A government experiment that has either succeeded or failed - depending on your perspective.  What is clear is that no amount of mass socialization, groupthink or brainwashing can turn this human being into something he is not.  Standing at the center of a massive vortex of negative energy - at last it is turned into art ( Read more... )

moisture in the air
arc of swift rowing shells
breaks morning mist

fresh fountain courtyard
calms frantic city heartbeat
airy oasis

Remote Adirondack lodge perched on the edge of pond and gurgling brook.  Lofty peaks rise through the mist.  The flight of an elegant blue heron.  Bullfrogs announce the onset of evening vociferously.  Speckled trout rise to the bait in the evening.  Two loons call back and forth to one another with uncanny human voice.  Black flies swarm, feasting ( Read more... )

heavy heavy sky
clumsy gossam dawn
peacock roses

rough-hewn table
weathered by time or hand
warm lamp glow spreading
across notebook and pencil
lingering with a cup of tea

tentative embrace
searching mouth finds mine - soft hope
dashed by nervousness

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solitary cup
pinched open-mouthed from clay
cradles comfort tea

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slow lingering glow
filling sky earth with pale blue
opening out