it is the rain
it pitters solemnly
it never fades
it is the rain,
but you are the sun,
and the sun breaks way.
Reflection of the sun in puddles of mud.
there is beauty.

Reading my book against a stained-glass window.
I see you as you go
I see you with rose colored vision.
Divinely tinted
Red, pink, then blue
As you go out of view.
Back to my book- black print

My skin feels grey, stricken by match and burnt to cinder, coal, cracked and crisp.

walls break way to sand.
Sand-
sand and Ash are all that remain
when my body crumbles.

a time when youth bright with it green grasses and floral scents of flower.
An ode to time, when my time line fades
And there are no more scents, no more color, and all I am is sand, Build me into castle

your soul comes home
you are standing against sea foam

clouds carry you across the ocean on a breeze
hovering above an infinite blue sea of being

joyously in sand castles shaped by levatity
you see in profound waves of possibility

Quad faded
whisky and ***
Light a cigarette
having fun

Skin like onion.
Peeled back layer by layer
Chopped by a blade.
Tears form in your eyes,
but.
Don't worry,
They're not real
It's not real.
just onion skin

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.

Summer's heat smother me.
Winter's wet chill goes throughout me.
I can move
It is too much to be unpleasant.

Sol and the sun
Blazing chariot shines benevolent rays
Radiant crown, a Halo
Sunburnt skin crackling
It feels nice

Taller than saint Peter

               A lover
Stood on wooden stilts
Varnished in tangential light
I could have been blind, for you were not
A seraph but a dream.

But what of dreams, of tombs
of consecrated fiction-
A currency of lies
Demarcated latin
annuit coeptis.

And yet I was abounded by sleep
And who said there could not be  
More on Heaven and Earth
Than in my philosophy

      Of you.

And your blunted foundation
Quivering at the knees

Ten thousand flowers
Laminated, cold pressed on my window door
Plastered- blue white and yellow

Sing me a song, I like the way your voice bellows.
Ten thousand flowers
Falling, as her dress hits the floor

None of them are real
Im just sitting here, passing the hours.
Ten thousand flowers

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

A deposition of two
I refer to you as an angel
I refer to you as a sunflower
Kronos may be the god of time,
But time goes by.
you may be an angel
you are no longer my angel
you may be a sunflower
you are no longer my flower

Prometheus
Meaning forethought
Champion of human intellect
eternally tormented

Civilization
fire and clay formations
Cultural Titan
Eternally tormented

Forethought
Ravens pluck out his eyes
Locked cage abided by time
Eternally tormented

Atlas
Endurance and strength
Holder of the skies
Eternally tormented

Endurance and strength
Skilled in math philosophy and astronomy
Hard enduring
Eternally tormented

Two
Eternally tormented

Dreams of ecstasy
Saturated images flow by in still frame
Tunnel visioned in a kaleidoscope cave
Titillated brain stimulated in loops of silky velvet touch
Iridescent skin
It glitters closely but seems so distance
Is it her face?
It's featureless
unequivocally so, but then what's the definition
She's all color
Stomach, hips, the groves
Cut deep blood red purple and blues
Everything is exploding
Cascades of color rain down in gas clouds

You are
Raspberry when you are audacious
lavender cotton candy and rose when you are
sweet
sunshine cornsilk daffodils and cream when
you are happy
Sage seagrass and ivory when you are at peace
You are unique

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)