Sunday, September 8, 2013

fall

frost set in last night
for cold october morning
early september

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

dreams, waking

i dreamed of zombies
tearing at my windows
pushing like a mad crowd
and of a rifle
warm with a fresh
kill
then i awoke
into another dream
a younger world
the frontier of settlers
and a bear
tearing at my skin shed
desperate and hungry
for the freshly slit deer
tomorrows jerky
and a winters warm, full belly
and this time a knife
instead
go ahead
try to claw at the latch
then it would be
in the battle of both our lives
the victor with the
warm full belly
would rise from the
lightly dewy dust
the champion
blood covered resolve
i tore off my bedsheets
awake,
soaked in heat-sweat
summer night;
awoken....

Monday, March 11, 2013

he (angry hipster in recovery)

he
strikes out hard
and phonetic
at the listener
like a coiled cobra
finger snaps preferred?
playing the 'new stuff'
sounds just like the old stuff
but not as fresh and cool
sound of syllables
non-sense with 'meaning'
kept saying
how much he hates
the stuff
wont ever sing em again
a spirit regurgitating
the same old thing
'i hated those days'
there is nothing left
back there
sad to see a man
so at war
with some of his best
creations
but even frankenstein
the genius who made
life artificial real
got his demon
face to face
and fucked
him
up
gnite
m
sorry

inspiration

this sandy desert
a treasure
or an endless wasteland
i return to the well
find nothing
and such a long trip
for the little looksy
and staring back
nothing but sandstorms
and chapped lips
burning eyes
for something
wet and pretty
my body won't move
but standing steadfast
against the sun
all is quiet but the
single vulture
and the one nearby
wrinkled tree stem
long since succumbed to
this dryness
i am standing now unarmed
as i know i've come too far
i will not survive the return
with no water
one-way ticket
this time
a cooler breeze
alights on my face
like an angelic butterfly
all hope lost?
perhaps...
so far from my being
so far from my time
and lost to my mind
a swirly sandstorm
that once had the wet
relevance
of a thundershower
a nourishing danger
now just dry deathly
i scan the horizon
silence
fuck
nothing
but silence
and the vulture
my little friend
all hope lost
so maybe one last looksy
down the well
and what is that?
down in the darkest shadows
against the rock
what could that be
that i see
reproducing?
like a vulgar display
it is,
yes,
hope springs
a couple
tiny
drops...