there s so much information
I cant
breathe

I dreamt I was a dying glassier

this bottle is drinking me
and my shadowy brethren across
the sea I swear
is swimming upon us
calling
its immortal name

Transverse edge

A few days ago I was lying underneath some bushes in a wealthy part of town. It was 5 am and a light rain fell against the leaves above me.

The bird's chorus nearly washed me away.

Lying barefoot in the leaves forgetting my social paranoia and egoism, my learned categories and orienting principles; I relaxed into the earth in weightless and timeless ecstasy. A snake began coiling my ankle.

I wasn't sure if I was alive or dead. Hanging in the branches for fear of snakes - I laughed a bit at my fear. Zipping up my sweatshirt I walked into the rain, smiling at passing morning traffic.

Stringed pulse, wake pools, cut the grease and breathe

Vacantly amused by the crossroads
captivated meglomanic sycophantasia

elaborate hall of mirrors echo lead us farther away
each shard of broken glass reflects the light of day

spinning coins and slot machines
seduction and rain
cicadas playing the odds

Exemplary Delineated Squares Cut Precisely

- but what fun is it
to dice an onion
for such a long time?
___________________
divergent tides carry me
inside
to the source
beyond pride and remorse

Crossing the Circle

soft rain
5:39 am

this image
used to redirect

Lighting fires under their cold eyes we burned away a heart sick plastic Jesus.

Mother Nature's kind phlorescense beaming from the seam of a tree crossed, burning with defiance..

Great Octopus surging from the depths inviting the birds in warm coalesce