What's it for?

Trees are tress
the dirt is formed in the way the
earth meant it to be
creatures are their impulses
suns stars moons are all rocks and gas
flaming burning and moving through space
we are we
we are each other

Content

I am content with this trail I walk
Unknown it may be, I am content
Sometimes I do sit and stop
Only to admire the things that cross my path
and then off I go, on again
With my travels
I will admit that first I was fearful
As to where the trail would lead
and what lies between.
But after walking some ways
and observing all I've seen so far
I have only noticed one thing
out of place at my dismay
but should one thing stop me from my travels?

Sandman

An old man sits upon a creaky chair

in a box full of sand

The box says "for free"

workers pass by the box

at dawn

at dusk

nobody wants the old man

but he's just fine

he prefers the car water

than the callused scarred hands

of a caretaker.

To The Basement

We virgins dance across plains

unable to find comfort in the sun.
Sing quietly of true ships,
inside ourselves

jewels melt the daylight

Across sky clouds we virgins sing.

Never Had a Chance

I left a dove on your doorstep
and hoped it was enough
that you would caress it
every feather of ivory
not left untouched.
I left a dove by a slaughter house.

Golden Scarabs

orbs of tears

fall from the sun

butterflies pulsate
as she dips her rays

as all the leaves point
as all the birds gasp

you want them to leave
this private affair


held on the street.

O' Biology

dictate through the cell
air breaks down
degrade each pathway
each eye catalyzes reactions
mutants differed from the mold
pathways produce all essential ingredients
minor revisions of hair began
constructed by its own