I am garbagewhite trash a categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the time with the passing of the centuries a fruitfly intriguedby love
human condition
A Time of Survival
Carried in handwoven Amish wicker baskets from the root cellarlike pickled garlicsealed in mason jars with yellow Ginghamfabric toppersthe world needs poems.
Awe Is…
JehovahZeusJahRaOsirisAllahJesusGodYahwehThe GoddessIsisMardukAdonisPenelopeIndraJupiterMarsQuetzalcoatlThorOrpheusGaiaApolloAhura MazdaBrahmaBuddhaBachusIo
Cyberspace
had a way of telling us we could never have it better in this light, in your liver, the future became unusually gentle a machine deitya bronze mirrora moment of medicine and voices and teachings and sentience upon the trillions of piles of earth.
Back Then
Our opinions grow older. Animals and people die. A skeletal system eatingto survive. We are all killersin one way or another.
Two Worlds
There are two worlds on Earth, that you believe in, both nourishing sources of light-Suns without fire. So we recreate our patternsfrom scratch.
Curiosity
Look back in wonder“my 1st picture of Earth from Mars.”80 minutes after sunset on January 31, 2014. 99 million miles away. A speck of light in a dark and lonely corner.
Out of Nothing
My love for you is gravitationally balancedbut unstable. A system of huge swirling whirlpools endlessly recycled as repulsive forces that expand with constant acceleration, like starlight created from radiation My love for you is finite and ambiguous Unbounded and forever, decreasing with time, as the universe evolves, it weakens. Simplest of all known universes, my heart for you pounds with […]
The Tao is broken, too
Murky and flimsy. Weakand empty. Dark. Dangling. Depressed. Deep hunger pangs. Dying on the vine. Ignoble onpurpose. Groundless and buriedlike emeralds or silent and boundless as jackrabbits in the grateful dead of a Western New York snowstorm in March.
The Persistence of Memory
Before the finneddinosaurs of the frozen deep were interrupted by the warships of man they cast their love balladsinto the vast abyss, waiting,with hearts as wild and big as schoolbuses, for their own answer.