Thursday, December 27, 2018

Pots

Talking yourself into irrelevance is not a profound critique on being. it's a cheap trick of the rational mind.
Before falling asleep and entering dreaming, the question of whether this is real is asked.
Moving from box to box, looking through windows while eating in a box, and then  bathing in a box before sleeping in your box. 

The wood ash drippings and the orange flushing of the flames marks on the clay is real. 
Where is this market where the real pots are for sale?
The toad that comes out of its hole at night to hunt the stunned bugs crashing into the light. 
The raven watching from the bridge the water streaming below and commuters streaming above. 

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Bosch time

The shadow is always looking to consume that good shit , fullest of spirit. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Fingerprint folk

Impressions we leave
Traveling mazes alone
Your own Metronome stepping in time
I'm drumming along line by line
Identifying ourselves by the routes we take.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Weightless between

ravens watching
Sunsetting Chess buildings 
Casting long shadows 
Commentating Shakespeare's opossum
Catching only glimpses
Waiting for the move

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Waiting for the train

Scratching off the present comes through without punctuation too breath

Sunday, February 4, 2018