there are still all these insects
so we know
we have life support
we have a lamp in a window
seen through the trees
sung to by all these insects of the night
Some preservation of life
is implied in the meaning
of living yourself
In a long strand, multiplying
competing and eating
in a kind of unconscious sharing
The rest of the world runs along your side
with sweet little feet, these tiny ones
descended from dragons,
splitered to bits by their own breath
In the end, the largest creatures give the most when they die,
but they seek to take forever,
they seek to keep taking,
but must, one day,
give back.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
I am real
and constant
and confident.
I am a flood,
I am an exacting pressure.
I am alive
and alone
and I like it.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Look around you.
Everything of this Earth is real, everything that surrounds you.
The knees of the trees feed the needs of the bees.
Don't exceed what you're given and bound to.
Every mouth that is open will close.
The world will rest and wake.
But the atoms within us
Go on unfinished.
Look at the Earth all around you.
Be in the world that surrounds you.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
whatever is true comes out in the right light
with each stroke, the hand effortlessly relinquishes its color
There are some small insects, that graze the land
in search of other kinds of insects,
to hunt,
and ****
and lay their eggs inside of.
These insects are like myself,
as I hold each life in my own hands,
for the future of my kind.
Some apes cruise the treetops,
to fight their own, and eat them whole,
to howl with their best.
There are those who eat the dead,
swarming in the waters, to consume
what is already gone.
In this world, nothing survives
that does not take, exactly what it can get.
In this world, nothing does not have a purpose,
that does not really live.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
The bare weight of wind
kept us alive that black night
kids against the world
suited for space
we drove that rusty honda
and made faces at the passerbys
their lines intersecting
like moonbeams
across the endless stretch
Your angle suits you now
trajectory too
mechanically fit for fun
I'm the one
in apple red
dancing your garden to shreds
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
If you're my crisp tomorrow
then i am the moment
lay your hollow body
next to mine
cut by the moon
i am time
to float off soon
silver mists carry
so cut me here
above your frozen oceans
send me mudslid
into the rain
no bull rides today
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC