Where Were You Last Night?

 Where were you last night? Your body was in the bed but you were nowhere to be found. Your pupils unfurled and settled like the stuff your lungs breathe is a joke. Gasps, groans, and smiles were all that you were. Another visit to the wispcano with your wispquito friends? Take me along next time. Fuzzy feathered wispquito friends, chitin thorns and grasshopper knees. Tickle-tasting moth antenna mustaches. Is that where you were, the other side of fantastic? Rolling and rollicking in your invisible shem? 

   That's not the only place you can go where there's no stopping until it lets you go. We've got a place called Guantanamo. Little vain prayers for mercy. Dabblings of sound wishing against wish. You spent last night begging for mercy from mercy itself. Wrapped up in her sunset peacock arms, you had dazzle to dance to and silence to sleep with. You used her strength to pick up that can you've been kicking down the road - you repurposed it to keep your forgiveness so you would never lose it again. Though it's far from the last piece of the ensemble of wallop and wampum, you'll at least register a foot-tap by giving it a shake. 

   Where were you last night, where you could make the heart of darkness skip a beat?

Freedom Abundant (A How-To Guide)

Weep out the tears, we've missed you so long.

We've given you years, made 'em up just for y'all.

Cry it away, wash it all out of you -

Those are some easy-pull thorns when you pull with the courage to.

Skin in the underbrush; cocoon on the vine.

Just a little part of you that's best left behind.

Put a pin in Vienna - there's a galaxy out there,

Wanton with yearning for excuseless abandon.

Sog up some Kleenex - kill off a few boxes.

Drink water and piss till it starts to run clear.

The crafts that landed after the flood were 

a bit mischievous - they commerced in blood.

You've kneeled before the dollar so long, your legs have gone to sleep.

Change your position, let the blood come back, then stand up on your feet.

Resign the police state - return it to Athens.

There's a shitload of wake up that's right about to happen.

Preludes (2008)

Viennese sunset sweeping violet under the auburn rug,
burning stone titans carved into angels.
The cooling breeze trickles among the clamoring streets,
stopping a moment to listen, then flowing a moment to remember.
The opera the blind woman howls,
the juggler on his cobblestone stage:
"The louder you go, the better the show!"
- these are the moments that Strauss composed,
dotted-eighth laughs and quarter-rests of awe.
These preludes wrap my hand, wrapped in her's,
wrapped by centuries lit like clouds
heavenward bursting.

A Human's Requiem for the Gulf (2012)

Dawn broke with an anxious cackle, darting for looks behind the heads of clouds already with a good view of the incident: shuffling, whispering, and offering low moans that tended toward schadenfreude more often than sympathy. It was all the water could do - water that flowed in celebration of the birth of every person who made this possible – all it could do to swallow the poison it sucked from the wound, having nowhere to spit it. Fish and birds, knowing fear from birth, but lacking the imagination to conceptualize evil, died with great pain but no anger. It was indeed an unfamiliar thing for the ocean to feel as murky as the minds of those who derive their hope from 30 second spots. The sky and wind didn't even stop to think how damaging this would be to the economy. Too stupid, I guess.