Inked

i'm waiting for things beautiful
to write
desolation is still staring
from under my pen
as too
the wrinkled piece
of paper
like many of the other things
better left naked

Bed of roses

i have nothing to breed but silence
there are flies in my stomach
that have not fed on roses
for a while
my hands are full with breasts
i think they said something
it was a funny feeling
                      inside

A regular occurrence

Squatting intently at the edge of the
pond
he had been launching stones into
the water
as if to find holes

a wise man passing by looked over in disgust
and said
"you could be doing a lot more with your life,
you could change something in the world"


the young man turned around in amusement
"can't you see i'm trying?"

Perplexity

there are noises of cars
pumping smoke
in my dreams
trees lying on roadsides
smiling
dragging themselves to dirt
in search for the sea
and still smiling

as wines choke to their
final vows
peace is abound
in trained thoughts..

Naked rainbows

There lies a glowing globe
with holes punched into
Eyes look through them
Eyes he remembers

He sits dwarfed
 by
shadows of the dawdling sun
leaning backwards against the window
His head rocks back and forth
over the frame
where sits quivering under the dusky
skylight
his last stub
still burning

Burning like the hole by the side of his head
as blood runs down the side of
his lusty arms

The blood circles his feet for about an hour
before floating across them
across the floor
blackening
as it reaches the ashes of his children
still without  promises
                        kept

Eulogy

In the distance
           somewhere
a rainbow wonders
why it has to wear colors
                           today

corner of the road

millions pass
with eyes squirming inside
their heads

once in a while someone walks

eyes closed
drifting away from spaces
these marauding vehicles come from
drawing patterns on sounds
and fading into them

and if you stood on the
corner i did
you would know..

"its poetry "