Squirrels dripped down the tree and laid on the ground
The sun was right above me shinning softly on my skin
The air felt chilly when I realized I was alive
I always had this feeling that I was living
Now I feel a juxtaposition between my depression
To this beautiful world I’m breathing in
Surprised at the level that my pleasure would rise
Frequently a smile adorned my face
Stuck in the action of a catalyst
Between me and this environment
Collecting joy from the tiniest qualities of the earth’s abilities
Most of the happiness entered through my eyes and ears
But then I touched the softest skin
A vibration guided me to the intricacies of her naked body
My mind entered into ecstasy
My molecules divided exponentially
I explored this world as a wavelength
Inhaling anything that gave me strength
I joined water evaporating, expanding, migrating
Condensed by a sudden drop in temperature
Spilled on to the earth’s crust
Meandered along the surface, trickling, running, rushing
The ocean did not pass judgment as I washed in
While part of this massive collection I rested
Marinated on the thought of love
A tropical storm turned me into atmosphere
Casually I rained down on her sexuality
She smiled as I drenched her body
Saturated her flesh with the details of my lust
Squeezed her skeleton, her rib cage, her heart
She lay still on top of me
Gravity pressed her into my belly
I felt the weight of all that I wanted
Digested the notion that we were living
Found a place of peace, for an instant
In her eyes we traveled a distance
To a location of a utopian existence

My name is lucky
I am a dingo
I live in the
Mountains of Colorado
On the western slope
I herd cattle
While my masters ride
On horse and saddle
It’s fall
Chilly at this elevation
On these days
We gather our collection
Drive the beasts
Down to grandma’s barn
To slaughter some
Keep the rest warm
During this ritual
I was kicked in the crown
One big hearty hoof
Almost put me down
It hurt a lot
Left me demented
I wondered alone
My skull indented
I couldn’t see anyone
Toppled over to the ground
Vomited twice
Stumbled around and round
I drifted downhill
Ushered by gravity
Twisted through trees
Closer to clarity
I finally made it back
To my old dog pen
Hyperventilated
While the ceiling was swirling
I laid solitary
For two days, two nights
My body still works
But my head ain’t right

There were bats at the park today
Well this evening
The robins were scared
They hid under the trees
Just above ground
The bats made a horrible sound
Flapped their limp wings

There were mosquitoes too
They bit me twice
I killed three
Both that bit me and one more
I got one up on them now
The mosquitoes are mad

There was a beautiful house
On the side of the road
Behind a side walk
Double occupancy
It was grey but reflected blue

There was a tree out front
It saw the reflections
Absorbed the beauty
Shared it with me
Through the shape of it’s leaves

She needed money
Was pretty desperate
Decided to be a guinea pig
Part of a study
They signed her up
They shook her hand
They wore white over coats
Carried clipboards
She arrived at eleven
In the morning
They gave her a pill
She stayed in a room
In their facilities
Filmed her movements
She didn’t know
She was being watched
Every half hour
She had to answer questions
On the world wide web
The information supper highway
Provided problems
That needed answers
So she was tested
To determine effects
Of the drug
Inside her body now
She never really felt affects
While she was there
Always when arriving
At her place at like five
Then it would hit her
The drugs
The affects
She would energize
Move efficiently
Produce more production
She wanted more drugs
To motivate her days
She showed the world
More of herself
While producing
Moving materials
With her hands
While on drugs

There was a nice house
Bricks fell off the front of it
Big bricks
Crushed the neighbor’s foot
The incident was a spectacle
Most observed from their porch
Talked about the foot, the house
Their day at work
That part wasn’t amusing
The part about work

A block further
A car crashed into a truck
Tires squealed, a huge bang
Horn was stuck
It made an annoying noise
The airbag in the car
Cushioned the ladies head
Saved the bones in her face
The man in the truck was a Mexican
Didn’t like the damage to his truck
He hugged the woman
She cried

A week later
The foot hadn’t healed
The house was demolished
Not a safe structure
Neighbors didn’t talk
Lady’s car is fixed
Looks brand new
Her neck hurts
The Mexicans truck
Rear end is still smashed
He didn’t have insurance

I saw her walking tall
She appeared focused
Old lady, black hair
White streaks of grey

A worn yellow sweater
Old lady skirt
Old lady shoes
She gave me a stern look

I saw her again
Head buried in the trash
She didn’t have a dumpster diving appearance
I meandered further through the grassy green park

Sugary cereal
At the foot of a tree
Uncooked pasta
At the base of the next

I saw the squirrels
Gray and fat
Having a youthful breakfast
Enjoying Italian cuisine

God bless her heart
Feeding those furry animals
Lord knows
They can’t feed themselves

My dad grows things
A horticulturist
Germinates seeds
Picks vegetables
Flowers, fruits
He made tomatoes
Spring from granite
Cultivated a pumpkin patch
In my mother’s bath tube
Grape vines crept in
Through every window
Herbs sprouted from our shoes
Rosemary in my moccasins
Thyme from my wing tips
Under the sink
Fungus flourished
He made us happy
Growing our meals
One day he cross bread
Cotton, tobacco and
Marijuana
We all anticipated
The mutant plant’s
Produce
What blossomed
Was mind blowing
Big Ben Franklin bills
Burst from every bud
We picked and picked
Until we were rich
Gave it light
Water regularly
It made us a fortune
Or maybe
My father
Made our family so
Fruitful

I sit for days, waiting for sun
I want to be productive, get something done
Motivation is slowed to a halt
Motionless, lights lowed, locked in a vault
Steel, cold, metallic
Bare feet, no shirt, stoic
Suddenly fast a missile
My ear catches a high-pitched whistle
I check the window and next the mirror
What’s this distraction invading my ear?
Yes I remembered to communicate
Set myself up to appreciate
A bit of tea to warm my soul
A reward for being thoughtful
It seemed the room was filled with only me
The city is lonely conversing with tea

I have shed some skin
New routine closet and kitchen
Layers have been peeled
A soft under belly revealed
Supple flesh harden to callus
Separation from the cushy suburban palace
Exposure to the gritty guts of society
Language skin color wide variety
Keener vision focused vivid dreams
Materialized into a laser beam
Energy condensed to a clear picture
Transformed into a vibrating creature
Reflections resonate with every step
Hungry for my wishes to develop
Everything around me is beginning to grow
I am filled to fullness in order to overflow

Confusion shows it's face at the age of twenty four
illusions of grandeur open no doors
which path is mine and where do i find it?
switch back and forth, i begin to rewind it
untangle my past of achievement, anticipation
mingle through my mind mending my memorization

Confused again about my present and future
enthused again to build a clearer picture
"follow your heart" so many have said
good advice till it hits a dead end

Confused again about my location
my time, my money, this whole situation
my heart must be keeping things from me
my next step is cloudy and hard to see
is my idea of a future nothing at all?
what is the pace of life? do i run or crawl?

Confused again, but one day i will find
a use for this confusion, this waste of time

When does a stone acquire life?
Will it ever explode into a universe?
Turn destruction into time
Create a gravitational pull
Multiply cells into tissue
Mutate simple organisms
Into complex creatures
Divide them into species
Give them a setting
An opposite sex
A place to proliferate
Generate a language
Communicate ideas
Verbalize with eyes
Stimulate separate
Sexual appetites
Agitate hormones
Erect and wet
Anticipation
Imagination
Relaxation
Gestation

Beginning
Developing
Individual
Of invention
Expanding ideas
Observing failures
Correcting malfunctions
Inserting production
Ambitions of self-amplification
Voter registration and determination
Motivation to infect the population
With an image of accomplishment
All surrendered by a collision
A universal catastrophe
Naive to the tiny motives
The dreams, the enthusiasm
No consideration
Only annihilation
Existence
Exploding
Producing
Expansion

Half a year, I wonder if I have progressed
Have I followed the right steps on my way to success
The path is still foggy but signs have erected
Process of elimination has selected and rejected
Pieces have been carved with a future in mind
A rough draft of some sort is starting to shine
Maybe there is no end but only process
Tiny accomplishments that manifest
A body of creation trailed along the way
A product of turning work into play

i woke up dizzy today.
i could hear the trampling of human feet.
faster and faster down the street.
beneath their souls the earth increases speed.
i sit bedside and watch the floor spinning beneath me.
toe after toes slowly i climb aboard.
then i'm swept away with an awful roar.
breakfast is made, in a split second i'm dressed.
i'm losing my footing, out the door i'm pressed.
i stagger twice and catch my balance.
shadows zoom by and lunch is past tense.
pitter-patter the feet persist.
i pause for a break but the people resist.
soon i'm washed away by skirts and suits.
overcoats, laptops, tennys and boots.
rushing like a river forced by gravity.
the delta of this surge will be sad sight to see.
soon this cascade will have to cease.
maybe that day we'll get some peace.

The sunshine dragged me out of bed
It was noon, Sunday
Took the long way to the park
See some city sights
Short shorts, mini skirts, high heels and tights
A shady tree sustains a non-productive day
Lazy I lay watching the children play
Mindless wondering, soaking some sun
People watching, loneliness, all served on a bun
Why do I choose to do nothing at all?
Maybe there’s a party or someone to call?
Nope, only a void between morning and night
Time consumed, nothing done sounds about right

I’m living vicariously through my tv
Hoping my bong will ignite my creativity
Maybe I’ll create some motivation
Not just a dream but a cloud of innovation
Use the energy swirling inside my head
Get up early, sleep when I’m dead
Form shapes from hands filled with function
Navigate my path to a positive junction
Turn off that box projecting time wasted
Quit eating up “nothing to be tasted”
Mobilize my synapse into a giant bolt
Let them see my work with a massive jolt
Sit up straight, you’re starting to slouch
Turn on some music and get off the fucking couch

mass communicating
casually transmitting
sexually driven
mass transit
two dollar you call it
sweaty brows
red bull vodka
nicotine stimulant
fifteen minutes late
from lunch break
product based
piss tested
public servant
cookie cut homes
congested commute
fries with that
super sized trans fat
rising divorce rate
sixty five dollars for an eighth
drug induced
mundane employment
calculated movements
credit card debt
happy hour
white middle class male
fabricated mechanical moons
combustible fossil fuel

Each day the sun shines on your life and mine
Carving your present and distinguishing your time
Rising and setting leaving the past behind
Illuminating a future, a plan, dreams of some kind
Goals to meet, people to greet, shortcuts to find
Optimism for a model perceived in your mind
Align these fictional aspirations and figure your fine
But what if, one day, I will die
How will they know
How could they look me in the eye
Feel my soul, know I tried
Pushed back against gravity, walked with a sturdy stride
Invested my spirit, crushed the daily grind
How will they see my flesh woven in the sky
Touch the intricacies of my spine
Will they remember one day I was alive

My ears are deafened to your stresses inside

Your deepest words have found a good place to hide

Please, my touch is gentle but my heart is strong

Translate your emotions into song

I can feel your blood pulsing through my veins

Let my heart pump through all your pains

Let me taste the agony on your tongue

Let me feel the bees as they stung

I wasn't there to guide you through

So take me back and I'll hurt with you

Let me rescue you from your flames within

My hand is touching yours so please begin.

Nothing better than the blue line packed with patrons
Pedestrians pursuing prior engagements
An hour filled with commuters
Business suites, hard hats, laptop computers
Chalked full was my train
Space congested, cholesterol in theirs veins
I pushed in but could not penetrate
My forehead began to perspirate
If I miss this train my day might spoil
Someone broke out a bottle of baby oil
They lubed me up as I anticipated entry
I ran, jumped, the crowd accepted me
Clogged by flesh this car might explode
The oil got lose and covered the whole load
Everyone slippery as sardines
The lady next to me was a sex fiend
She got excited and took off her shirt
I was already so close my hand went up her skirt
As she moaned the crowd got excited
Men advanced and woman invited
Nakedness throughout this hedonistic trip
Long legs, stiff dicks, nipples and lips
For a while I didn’t know up from down
Must have been a sight when we hit the next town
The orgy spilled out onto the stop
Eyes opened, panties pulled up, jaws dropped
I gathered my clothes, couldn’t find my shoes
I ran off to the bar to share my latest news

the day was nice, sunny with shade
resting, remembering last time i got laid
green trees, green grass, a late summers day
a souvenir of good weather before it turns gray
rabbits and squirrels and all animals alike
contribute to the park and all it's delight
sleepy i lay, drowsy at best
then caught a glimpse of that awful pest
the bum of birds, a rat with wings
bathes in dirt and never sings
from the corner of my eye, up in the tree
i saw him and i know he saw me
closed my eyes and continued my rest
but soon disturbed when he shit on my chest!!!
a sloppy white mess up to my neck
my nap was ruined my day was a wreck
"Fuck your beak, and your accurate aim,
I'll tar your feathers and render you lame"
a horrible message i began to convey
he didn't care. he laughed and flew away