Monday, August 22, 2016

The Hot Clay Of Stars

I do not have the math
To say
I understand the sub-microscopic
Or the expanding macroscopic

Or the sand
To say
I understand the before
Or the after

I am no religionist
And I am full of unknowns
Going as far back and forward
As may be

I keep faith with many dogs and humans
Having known many good souls
Cats are a puzzle not to mention lizards and spiders
Evil appears to be at work within and among us

The space between us
Between atoms
Within atoms
Interests me

We play together in these expanding spheres
Creating ecstatic musics
And disastrous complexities
In mindless competition and boundless love

We each fervently choose
To believe what we will until
One day we face again
The hot clay of stars

Brave fragile beings every one

Friday, April 1, 2016

Too Late

We float
Above a field

Seeming empty

We label normal
The empty underneath

Some are always speculating fantastically
Numbingly for gain

While innocent despite great effort
Simpler listeners toil more urgent-quiet
Knowing chance is always birthing monsters

From this field seeming empty
Ancient seething pestilential dread
Permits all
Meets no devouring corpuscles or savior birds

Too Late
Spreads invisibly inaudibly

Detonating compounding exponents
Banging Out in self surpassing shock

This field seeming empty
Now waves of burning breathless devouring sky
Noticed briefly

Tuesday, March 15, 2016



Will I
Listen to
Large loaded magazine
Impulse thought repeaters?

My choice to impulse
Forgetting who I may be

Perceives nothing
Forgets all
The intentional
Annihilated by the inadvertent
One generation inviting another
To forget

My generation and decade and instant of
Depends on momentous physical choices

Only flesh can prove

Stopping at Stop
Stopping at Perhaps

Going only with Go

Now I may accept all consequence

My deepest physical echoing cavern
Will speak next
Nothing but Truths

Will I listen self-honestly

Agonies, rages, tendernesses
Abandoned for an age

No longer