a tube of space-time
a harnessed worm-hole
to look back into your past
staring down the throat
all is to be revealed
everything
pieced together
for all eyes to see
as if it were today,
i see you steal that piece of candy from the five & dime store
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lucy lived in the trees
but sometimes
she climbed down
to fall forward
with each step
and to catch herself
with each step
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“But if it had to perish twice,” Robert Frost
base camp
and mere bodies
camaraderie
eternal youth
of reach
life & death
will kiss the face
hard to hold
your granite cold
finger ledge
your crystalline
thoughts
your subterranean
face – rising
eight legged
exoskeleton drift
across
fear-of-falling
finger-legs
reach and hold
your chipped face
smear
the expansive sky
rising above
valley below
the bird’s eye view
set upon
a knife’s edge
cracked hearts
covered in chalk
and tape
bleeding boxes
sacrificed
on the stone-face
monolith
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you departed
by
the stream
turned
into
a meadow
surrendering
your
fawn
to wobble
on fairy-tale
legs
an empty vessel
shaking
in winter
your fawn
i took
to hold
and fed
his spots
molasses
growing
ravenous
his antlers
a majestic
rack
of finger lakes
melting
the prophetic
snow
feeding
a summer-lake
catharsis
he did
lure
a fair maiden
captivated
by
his berth
with lake
held high
above his head
she plunged
into
his depths
her buoyancy
she did
surrender
the fair maiden
loved
the mighty stag
and he did
return
her love
and his mother
grew for me
flowers
pushed up
through
the warm earth
i picked
them
for the wolf
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when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone
it is the daybreak anticipation of the summer solstice
stonehenge’s heel-stone sits patiently on the avenue
balancing on its jagged peak – the closest star to earth
when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone
people rejoice in the alignment of fission-fire & stone
for in their hearts is felt, the rhythm of an earthly home
this is the milestone to mark the light of longest day
when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone
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warm bronze momentum, the dance
a mindless passage through the narrows of a glass world
an hourglass – blown into shape by the creep of evolution
a cradle for fragile eggshell minds; but spirits of the dead still enter
to brace against the unexpected of everything that is expected
every person’s fabric stitched together in a day, by thin strands of relationship
the constructs are formed so delicate, that they can unravel at any moment
ephemeral but to be placed under the rock – the rock of ritual
the rock is pulverized into sand by the wave, and curved glass distorts vision
pressed against the cold barrier, you come face to face with life’s futility
to perceive as forever, to create new realities through a mind that loves and hates
the damage that is done
how do we once again, feel our planet’s rhythm?
familiar repetition delivers false hope – an unrealistic comfort, a tropical panacea
einstein’s equations are full of black holes
the gravity slave must be constantly turned over, again and again by vigilant hands
we pass from one globe to another
to stand alone among the others
a measure, of that which is relative
relative? relative to what? relative to me, relative to you
the relativity of me to you and the sunset
bleeding fire through the glass
we pass the day, traveling back and forth through the neck of our own construct
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on cold gray water
ducks
,unable to create,
sleep
with their beaks
under wings
broken trees
moss and
the dried blood
at night
when the houses
become silent
and flashing
windows go dark
children are
disciplined
in the ways of
the choking deer
eternal winter
remember
eastern woodlands
brown
two hearts
in silence
in the meadow
a singular
sea of
dead leaves
rusting cars,
that dream
into the ground
of ancient people
carburetors
and summer eves
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published on VerseWrights 03/22/15
“I can’t breathe!” Eric Garner’s final 33 words 07/17/14
as long as the police,
are permitted
to police the police
a grand slurry
district attorney
– makes with police
much like family
the police
– the enforcement arm
of the power structure
the golden arm,
the arm
that can do no wrong
the strong arm
the confiscating arm
the escalating arm
the arm in search of
a loosy in the sky
the arm that chokes
the arm that snatches,
institutional murder
from the scales
of lady justice
lead and brutality
for the black man
lead and brutality
for the black man
violent state
secret proceedings
from the sham jury
the state’s enabler
– the district attorney
; renders unaccountable
blue sleeve homicide
of the golden arm
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11/12/14
ebola on a plane
ebola on a bus
ebola in the air
ebola in your hair
panic
kneejerk politicians
fortress america
the spread,
of “ebola-like” symptoms
ebola coming for 10,000 of you!
a vote for me,
is a vote against ebola
why don’t you save it?
save it for the genuine panic
the real pandemic
– the future arrival
of ebola’s deadly cousin
on our shores
airborne to you
a mysterious mutation
and natural selection
calm heads will prevail
science will serve you
politics will enslave you
the facts will set you free
– ebola is only contagious,
when the carrier is exhibiting symptoms
– ebola is only transmitted via body fluids
– ebola is not airborne
but for now,
ebola has left with the midterms
will ebola be back?
back for the presidential election?
EBOLA! stop playing politics
but if you happen to enter,
the voting booth again
; be sure to leave your cousin at home
erectile cacophony of handguns
oxymoron anti-intellectual
high salute downward spiral
crowds drug emergency rooms
commercial vaccine for religion
invisible hand clap abortion
unaffordable scientific results
political capital asset war
same greed different stripes
do-nothing-body donations
dark money victory dance
clean-coal virus for economy
sea-level rising body-fluid ebola
fear in a voting booth manikin
strip mall american skeleton
strangle your brother’s keeper
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