Sunday, August 29, 2010

Not Gnat

An ash
From the former shitter's match
Masked itself as a gnat
Floating down down
Near my fingers
On the magazine's corner
I swatted at it
Still it floated
Around my hands
Intent on landing
Finally I opened my hand
It found me gazing
Upon it
Shaped like an embryo
Smeared into a foggy imprint
On a thumb's fleshy base.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Billion Track Mind

I got too many tracks
running alongside one another
too close together
in my brain
they all move fast
too fast
ripping the hinges off
every car
barreling down
a mountain.

A Poet's Life

It is indeed one of adventure
This life
A poet's life
We marvel at experience
The tastes of life
But this world
In which we find ourselves
Vixen goddesses
Young bucks
We are
Caged like animals
In a zoo.