Ochre Idyls

bamboo stalks green straight
tea kettle centered matted
missing one guru

There are more things
in your cosmology, Horatio
than vodka and juice

looking back at all the nuts
this family tree ever dropped
It appears I'm the only one
with enough guts
to say it's never stopped ...

Something thrives
In this space this
Acrimonious departure
From everything normal
Like the wonder, the beauty ...

In tandem
we find quantum fluctuations
acquiring symmetry
across space, across time
there is a unison found ...

though plain or layered
a poem is a vortex
a single shot, spun

In this room
fiefdom becomes realm
and ruler I am not

with spare parries ...

Charging into the room, he cried, what great susurrus is this?

The conspirators, siezing their chance, lunged at the now exposed despot.

Without his body guards, they rallied. And so the great chase began, ending at the town corral in a legendary shootout. ...

I've debunked your theory, Alfred. Life on earth didn't evolve on its own. You see, there's a fly in your primordial soup.

didn't say anything
to my former self about
how i got here

hearts of fire on sale
prices slashed one day only
get them while they last

I look forward to
when empty becomes hungry
then it's time to write

Like a 70s disaster movie
A nuclear winter had begun
Weapons of unimaginable power
Changed the face of earth
Fools thriving on pride ...

Ship shape, toute suite. Let's move it, people!

Oh, what a taskmaster. Give us five second's rest. Honestly just five seconds. Would it kill them?

Yeah. I voted for her, but I didn't think it would be like this. She was always on the ball, you know? ...

France has a saying
so profound it's etched in cork
C'est: mis en bouteille

There's a kind of sand
Consisting of the same properties
As what you'd find at the beach
An ocean of tiny particles
Packed so closely together ...

They were all fragments, pieces of pictures torn, papers twisted and ripped, their meanings attacked, defaced; but he heard them still, tiny voices he needed to lose, to drown, to push so far away ...

even the finest hair
scrapes against the sunburnt skin
finesse is not less
perhaps abstinence is key
when fun becomes misery ...