My walk home covered in sweat
Thighs chafing

I pulled this four rowed pedal flower
up
roots and all.

Passing one decayed raccoon swarmed by flies
On my sprained ankle

I come bearing a gift which will wilt in the moment of hours

For you

My beloved.

Stone and brick
Iridescent is the curvature plastic cup
With a last sip of water
Follow by a well tempered clavier
         Followed by an inhale of
Menthol.
        Only a few sprigs protrude from
The concrete beneath my feet

Setting: single person standing shower

Production notes: male actor, sitting lotus under the shower faucet

        Title: purgatory or paradise
A divine comedy of the mosaic variety
The rain (tiled blue and gold) -the trails of

    Man.

- (note hedonism “maybe the notion of frog metamorphosizing”)
To be green and croaking

Scene change

A corpse is rising
Alone.
Unloved drinking red (an Italian restaurant)

Sicily.

   -(note the mirror)

Autumn leaves fall
Seven meters per second
This is how we pray
Why pray that they stay
Suspended in air
The ground miles beyond perception.

And this is how we sin
Already three feet in
Stagnant pool water
Chlorinated.
Drowning
In a motel lot.

Five days fasted
A starvation artist in the making
No sugar, or coke, or baking
Ima starvation artist in the making!
On the sixth day you are breaking

One twelve once mocha latte
Three sips in and you spill it on the floor
Wondering
What's it all for.

There once was a gaggle of geese
Huddled around a tree
Were the fruit was just out of reach
How could that be?
That nature would put them in such close proximity
Yet the geese still could not reach  

I once had a mother named Jamie
Who told me nature would provide-
To always be good and kind,
Nature would provide.
She is gone now, and so are the geese.
So I know that cannot be
Nature will always keep her fruit just out of reach.