Finding a million
Bucks in your pants each day for
The rest of your life
Being wrapped in warm
Blankets that sing lovingly
As they ******* you
Riding a white bear
Through outer space watching Cuse
Win the title, live.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:15 AM UTC
You are a cog in a great machine,
Free to do whatever you please,
Just so long as you keep spinning.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
From an airplane
The clouds
Are a soft
Blanket,
Tucked up
Over the Earth's crust -
Keeping it cozy
and warm -
Even in winter.
From an airplane
The rainbow sheen
On the sea
Is a patch
On the ocean's
Dark Wal-Mart jeans -
Bringing life
To what's otherwise
Uninteresting.
From an airplane
The cities
(quotidianly)
Are just toys
Left by children on
Christmas morning
That could not
Compete with
The Next Greatest Thing.
Back on Earth
I'm a speck
On a sad rock
In a terminal sea
Under the
Never ending
White expanse
Of The Greenhouse -
Sweating,
In February.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:36 PM UTC
In the time it took to read these lines
A million mayflies were born and died
In half a blink of the cosmic eye.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Cut the trees and drain the lakes,
Burn up everything we know
For iPads. That's what progress takes:
Cut the trees and drain the lakes
(Ignore the tempests and the quakes)
And as the garbage mountains grow
Cut the trees and drain the lakes,
Burn up everything we know.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:54 PM UTC
Perhaps we ask the Earth too much.
Instead of giving it a crutch
We demand tee-vees and jets and such
Commodities from factories:
Big cars and tiger pelts to touch.
Perhaps our goals are just too great
To be fulfilled by the natural state.
We want wealth, food on our plates,
Cures to diseases we create.
We'll drown the world in all our waste.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
What is a wall,
A building traced?
Or a public creative space?
To write on one
Is to deface?
Or should the practice
Be embraced?
I wrote my name
Upon the wall.
Selfish message
Seen by all.
I wrote it so
I won't be missed.
Lest any doubt
That I exist.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
The Brain: In fact - Greater than god.
For - should the two compete -
The one makes all the other can
And more - much more - with ease
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
We'll all be dead in a million years,
Perhaps much sooner than that.
The way we go about our lives
Is conducive to that track.
If we don't end all existence in
A blazing nuclear war,
We'll poison this sphere (that much is clear)
With smoke and sludge and tar.
But here in my tree,
Surrounded by leaves
And the golden, sparkling light,
The bombs and the haze
Seem so far away.
Perhaps we'll be all right.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
A light
A love
A lie
I laugh
I pant
I cry
We spark
We flare
We die
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC