9/22/09 8:22pm

a chance came
drifting by the eye
like one of those
tape worms that
falls easily
down the sun gazed
lens lifting passed
the indiscretions
of what left me
light studded last night.
something exists
in what i don't
care about,
a desperate necessity
for the uncomfortable
boundaries, the walls
that make our poverty
so unique to loneliness.
there is a window
to my right
that breathes heavily
with every passing
bit of a god.
the strings that hide
all that reveals the passing
is being tossed around,
remaining shown
and kept in public.
on the sidewalk
i am unoriginal
and look ordinary,
but my cat
paws at moths
and, at least,
keeps me entertained.

8/3/09 10:23pm

down by window sill,
cat sit silent cry
with empty street
and blind headlight -
a deer in the middle
of the block
making nice
with the pavement,
smooth and occasionally
bumpy;
blind and the seeing
spilling over
the same shit
and fucking up all the same.
no one drives,
just parked in a
mixed cloud
desperate for an
eye to alert to make clear sense.

tucked away

hospital walls
crying, screaming
things that capable mind
does not grasp -
can't wrap around it,
this imaginarium
that i seem to handle so well.
i am me and
and i am breathing creature,
fire out of mouth
feeling pulse every bit of the way
on an airplane
breaking the clouds -
breaking the childrens bubbles
about santa claus, the easter bunny
and jesus.
tuck it all in a cave
under fluorescent light,
flickering with inconsistency
hiding the figures on the wall
where the ancient and the present
are meant to collide,
our old self and new realization
somehow hidden behind
that flicker of light
and shadow in the corner