MOON

You offer a stream
through towering, misted
elm trees, a shaft
for me to lay my last dance in

All I can ask as I stumble
toward your bone-white light
is forgiveness

SELF-RELIANT PUNCH LINE

no you in fact are
the one where the monkey dreams
he is a monkey

GOD’S AN INSECT

those starved and bug
eyed ferocious with neglect
who are we to make

OLD SELL

A mosaic of shattered interfaces!
A being of pure appetite seeking its'
sutured center! A time we said
we were wasting; broken down
to seismic plates and the approximation
of a smile…a billboard, redundant,
leaving off the details of that last mile…

TOTEM-ON-A-STICK

Megalopolis lives inside me! I give forth
a still-born shaken by shame!!
I am a be-all of the end-all
that is currently wrapping up, I am an after-thought, a refrain.
I am everything in a cup I thought
I could drink, I’m empty.
I’m a city, start again…

BIBLE BLACK

by heart and flip through
these skin lisping pages oh
belief i am

IDENTITY THEFT

To catch the untrained race of our many personas,
our miraculous familiars, our parade of faces we shed
before the world like flaccid seed shells to begin again?