Sunday, April 8, 2018

How Deeply

Waywardly walking nowhere
Really
I stumbled over the
Very thing I was
Seeking to
Avoid

The
The
The world

Only not whole
Not a hologrammatic 
Approximation either

But the world
Parceled out in just one
Of many, many, many
Packages
Aligned along the diverging
Conveyor belts of
Time

And when I tripped this
Package parted to display
A hole where
Those other missing packages
Might
Have been
Found

If

I dared look
Through and through and through it
All
To the very end
Very deep
Very
Very
Very
Deep

I called out only once,
“How deeply must I journey now?”

No answer. 

Because the echo-wall has yet
To be
Reached

Standing once more
I
Took
A
Step
A
One
A
Two
A
Three
A
Four
And
Realized

This world
This world
This

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Monday, March 19, 2018

28 x 2 + 3 = 59

We went
Through so
Many
Wringers
Wrangling
Desires
Never
Spoken
Clearly
Enough
To break
Past the
Clear glaze
Of trust
Of fear
Of hate
Of need
Of love
Because
I guess
There were
Other
Things more
Full of
Meaning
To you
At least
Than
Truth
.
.
.
(And 59 - 47 = 12 = 3)

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Guess

Guess I should’ve been
More aware of how others
Judged
Me
When I thought I knew
Enough to
Play the role
Of a person
Learning and earning a
Living
Wanted to be a teacher
Really more a
Paid conversationalist
I guess
With likeminded (ha-ha)
Individuals also in
Search of the truth
But now I see the
Things I cannot
Name
The way we’ve all been so
Browbeaten as to believe
Brows must be beaten
To prove our prowess best
Surly comments
Surly looks
Surely sent to the final pages of
My books
The ones with
Pages pre-
Turned around and stolen
Down the
Other
Wha-
?

Exactly

Un
Imp
Rest

Sunday, February 18, 2018

A Warning

NOTICE
to all coal mining associates:

When purchasing your canary,
Be extra certain it was never in the charge of
Phoenix Aviaries.

It would be bad for business. 

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Central Themes

22 Series

22 Stories: Falling Up
Fear + Control

22 Stories: POV
Self

Tav: Future Perfect
Will

Cabal: Climbing the Tree
Fate

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Where Pieces Wait

There is a crook
In my step
I think that makes me
A knight
.
And yet
I have no
Horse
To ride
To battle
To honor
.
Rather
I stand
On my own
Bound two feet
Hopping from thought to
Thought
Like a pawn
In a game
Of
.
..
...
It's
Not
Chess
.
It's not
Checkers
.
It's not even life
It's
.
Some
Thing
Else
.
A
Preparation
.
A
Readying
.
A
A
An
End

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Orchestrated

So many options
Never truly given
Except
The last
One
Golden coin rolled over both
My eyes
Oblong
Distended
Distracted
And stripped

"It's this..." they said,
"Or castration."

O