Shadows of Possibility

below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep
heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola
precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draws
til drip ripple echoing the cavern walls
celebrate your payday with a tall glass of water



five times five is twenty five
what joy it is to be alive!
with shackled wrists and twisted minds
eight times eight is sixty four
our eager heart still yearned for more
what a surprise, our great reward?
our teeth like skittles on the floor



tiny mirror jewelry box
porcelain dolls and tchotchkes
artifacts
symbols of pleasant times
scattered about like little land mines
undetected until they pop
like purple anacondas coiled tightly round our brain
pressure burst to keening pain



dark matter and dark energy
don't mean much to you or we
but numbers cash and symbolism
dictate our lives as if a prison
three times nine is Twenty-Seven:
the bus to Capitalist Elysian Heaven



cold grey morning
listless wind
soured milk stagnant... thick
blood clotting as winter flies slowly buzz
acrid smell stings the eyes to tears
fresh sounds of life muffled and whitewashed
grief and empty hunger fear
orphaned by birth in a cold winter world



One plus two is three
you're a paragon of lunacy
why won't you go home
or go live under a dome
you stain on our country's dignity?



Todos que mieren dios en un desierto terminan huesos blancos.

Catsgiving, 25Mewvember 22AT

arcing curving round the dance floor
language is rhythm and time
even held breath holds a goldmine
information mathematical musical divine
like birdsong or deep blood wine
keys to all locks the banks of babylon contain
as time goes by they count your pain



Visions of desolation overlay each pleasure and pain
from happy meadow dancing in summer rain
to winter bones on vast dry barren plain
these sublime horizons within our brains
in all value
remains.


The Pilgrims at Thanksgiving
great feasting was had by all
and afterwards
digesting the carcass of their past
bursting yet still small



breathe, lean....
focus water droplet tremble
hesitating bass mirror blurring in time
anguish stains everything
retch in the next stall
fountain of purple splatters the tiled wall
we deserved more than this

Para Solo Los Gastrónomos

lincoln acacias
a shrike's sadistic pantry
from sea to shining

stars from her eyes sear clear through
her eyes are Oceans, they compel the Moon
without her breath no flower blooms
In her arms we'll be entombed.


accountants traders alarmed
check the records up to the minute tick tock
time's going away just lost four whole days
browbeat attorneys lash galley slaves
hooray no markets t-boned each other today
why worry how could the high ever go away


salvation in a plastic bottle kissing their cold blue lips eternally
nibble at internal organs drive them into fits of agonies and shame
on throne of trash and one appliance no lightbulbs for a mile
blistering the soul this vision... a graveborne wretch reflecting
off the water steams the breath deafening the heart to love
when all hope is lost they pay the cost the bank forgets no debtors
mock and shame them if you're cruel, no one else is any better


loyal as the monsoon rains
treacherous as safe ground
mortar pestle stab eyes slice brains
razor strop pounds one down
in cacaphony of silent frowns
the dogs go meow and cats will woof
the safest ground is a steep-pitched roof


if the game's not ours, we can never win
because the condition is set at begin
so change the game by changing your conditions
and we will see what plays out then


cole moleson with a coleman lantern
digs a tunnel under Stalin's fountain
sets explosives and bugs right out
to Leningrad his stern redoubt

The Bankocene Epoch

If division your intent
the price be your heart's content
like prisoners in a locked tenement
a riot within you will foment
so give a pause before you fight
before you count the till at night
and check your fellow employees
there may be no reward for ye
but the goal is more complexity



Can we survive on our own
The answer is in our very bones
we all know how weak we are
how prone to arrogance....
Animals. Don't ask this question—
the survivor just survives.
by hook by crook to coffin nails
true spirit is to strive.



trudging geographically direct
dead reckoning we do respect
inside us no magical compass.
but we never get lost
preparation is the key
and endless flexibility
is that a fencepost or a tree?
we'll let you know soon enough



Jack be curious, yaas it true,
Jack be visit the forest gloom.
He came upon a lion's den
fearful roars came from within
thinking is his silent sin
thus Jack had brought beans in a tin
down the den's throat he flicked them in
twixt-thigh explosions and eructations his shifty intent
meanwhile Weasel looked on
Moon glinting off her eyes so frizzy
it seems her time to get very busy
as Jack flicks beans she chews bones
the lion's rear is now Jack's own


eleven times four is forty four
assuming times multiplies
assuming eleven is one next to one
and that four doesn't lie
forty four on right hand side if it's standard form
normally we'd do below
but that could skew the norm
keep the work discrete discreetly
generate some more


He wanted to be a Raven, of course
shooting down columns of katabatic terror
but Ravens aren't red
no video to capture impact
nobody there to witness the shattering and splattering
like a sprinkler full of him spread him out over the scree
tsss-click-click-click-tsss

Selling Produce

tradition is more ammunition
to slay these iron gods
dour stone faced men in smoky rooms
fire the cannons! Boom boom boom!
send shoals of polyps to their caverns
eviscerate them all
chew them into tiny fragments
and pass them to your maws


It's gettin to that time of year
another one coming down the tracks
much less ahead than to the rear
we're wonder wandering and still just here...


yes, seems a celebration for the cats
a Mewvember traddy, this and that
jolki palki bri-a-brac
Catsgiving Week Cats will Attack!
from corners bookshelves and way out back
now chat away humans, "Tak tak tak"


Bubo is a cappucino
Argent is the clouds
Izzabekkel deep Infernal
our three mewses creep
about our house


Better her than us for sure
a crown would drown us like anchor
but every hero has a need
of a scribbling slithering writing reed
on papyrus weasels will write
'venturous tails of her great might


run the dawn along in song
windward style smash down captains
if it smooth it life and laugh
if it rough we slip the glove
change the skin from within and spin
twirl and flash bang and sparkle
pop out in a bubble, love


Haters and their Hate Parades
come at you every way
to your Vulnerability
(vanity childish trust)
grin and spin, lean right back
there's nothing wrong with being sexy,
and innocence is precious
don't turn their swords to ploughshares,
grind them into rust


off to dream purple black fractals
emergent kittens polydactyl
some polarizing light refractile
or cocaine tic tacs on the goal
centipedes in starring roles!
through blood-colored curtains the light is doom
to soothe us in our dream cocoon
as we wish good rest to underMoon

Open Letters and Circle Gaps

red light pulsing in the car
lonesome shooting under stars
acid slowly drizzles down
pon throbbing, mechanical clanking sound
til rain and water winds calm and still
keep on going, don't turn the wheel
man will endeavor to girdle the Moon
with steel

Furthermore upon reflection
this mirror is very scratched
like spiral buzzcut hairdo tweaker
has finally found their match


positional notation has no limitation
each origin will fall
like leaves in winds of autumn changing
there's no curtains to call
just piles of decay and twig detritus
rake and gather up
or disperse all over planet
to butterflies' hole-ups



Visions of our desert are nothing like the sun's
our desert is more lush, abundant with great storms
it only shows in shadows, through the cracks and under doors
our desert is where she and we shall tango evermore



it's all battery acid below low smog socked in
take the U-235 Arroyo
two bombs ahead and a radioactive tail behind
aim the trebuchet at the rio
launch over industrial pecan groves
maybe nail a goat on a leash eating invasives
bombs away

Kitten Needles/Ridgeline Traps

.ebb flow..
sólo dos bolos por oso
.crystal break.
fracture, no mistake
.thread the needle with the pins..
never win.

glinting in still air
filmy and opaque
sunlit asbestos fiber
or a distancing mistake
stuck between a dream and a very real place
web-coated dreariness or purple/black space
lethargy is calling our name
and sleep's growing in the windowpane
     sin saberemos


thimbleweeds would suit us fine
cyclonic whirlwinds would be divine
the gusts and blows we do adore
but nobody enjoys a slamming door
let's raze the earth and set wind free
we'd stand in it eternally
let's turn our globe relief-free
- The Flags' Song



a whisper sent from us to you
arcs invisible to a fractal Moon
bright and high and reckoning
count back time until first spring
will Luna see our earnest eyes
hear our pleas or mock our cries?


over the crest we rest
past the point of toil
gravity conquered once and for all
but briefly
we'd walk anywhere to wend our ways
there's no last laugh at the end of days
just dust, sun, sighs and gusts
nobody to place the cairns
a little pile of rocks
nobody to place the cairns
just dust, sun, sighs and gusts
there's no last laugh at the end of days
we'd walk anywhere to wend our ways
but briefly
gravity conquered once and for all
past the point of toil
over the crest we rest



check the filters clean the trap
perhaps just go and have a snack
the god of whimsy might give it back
but chances are you're better off
wearing new clothes clean and soft
than searching dryers endlessly
for socks stolen by the god of lost things



her nose black and soft and pollen-glazed
she lies still in the gardenias wide eyed in alertness
motionless
her only defense a dapple
or a chance of sunbeam angle
If they hunt by smell or sound or sight she can be safe
if only she remains
fawn
pray reefs of devil's club her home


oral or written we'll take what we can
but remembering always the admonition
We weren't there, we didn't see
It is forever mystery
approach the future Existentially
and live your life as if you're free.
: history or herstory we're all singing our own story