Today I saw
a small white pebble
suddenly
burst open and
expell small specks
of multi-colored dust;
I guess it just
couldn't hold it
or help it.

And then I
trapped
a small black flea
beneath my fingernail;
it fought
and struggled but
I could hold it
and it
was helpless.

Today
I watched
as the sun
baked an
ant's bed warm and roasty;
it even smelled like
burning ants when
I bent
and looked more closely

Then I imagined
a black widow spider
fighting
off
three preying Manti,
they were winning at first
but she carries
the gift
of the Magi.

Today
I watched a
few horseflies give
fervent chase
to one another;
I'm not sure but
from what I saw
I think one was
the other one's
brother.

Today
I saw two flirting butterflies,
one gently kissing another
I bent my ear
so I could hear
what they were whispering
to each other

But
I could not hear the words
she said
by the wind
they were covered,
but in his eyes
I read his
soft reply:

I know
you don't belong
to me but
I will love you
like no other.

This morning I was feeling
like a Savior
I saved a baby bird
from her sure demise;
pulled her right out
of his mouth, you
should've seen the
Snake's eyes

I said
I bet that doesn't feel real well
with a grin, and then
set him on fire and sent him back to hell,
to swim in the lake of sin

I cradled her gently
and heard whispered peeping
I studied her feathers carefully
for I knew she was worth keeping

By noon
I was feeling sort of grumpy
until I met an old toad
Sitting warm red and lumpy.
He asked for a snack
and I wanted to see him satisfied,
So I scooped up a grasshopper
and plucked out its' eyes.

And I picked up two more,
and a cricket just for fun,
today has been a good day
out here in the sun.

This afternoon I'm feeling
sort of combative,
A battle of species
is sounding very attractive.

For this next stanza,
no matter what the cost,
We will see titans cross swords
in the form of a spider and a wasp.

They begin fighting,
someone plays a koto
and I'm sorry folks,
I wish I had a photo.

If your eyes--
they were a chariot,
Would they
swing down under
and chose me
as their favorite?

Or
would I burst asunder,
headlong like Judas Iscariot?
If your face--
it was a mirror,
through no glass
could I see clearer;
Would you stare back at me
and begin to understand

Or
laugh at me
and brush me off with
your dainty right hand?
If your lips--
they were a tourniquet,
I would wrap them
tight around me;
Would you choke out
my loneliness,
with spiritual nourishment
could you douse me?

Or
is that not what
this is all about?

There's a hole in my head
where the wind comes in.

There's a hole in my head
where certain sounds leak out.

There's a hole in my head
where sin comes in,

My whole head burns and I just found out.

There's a hole in my head
where my words slur out,

Most of the time I'm the only one who knows what I'm talking about.

There's a bowl on my head
where you can put advice in.

There's a scroll in my head
to write it all out.

There's a troll in my head so no one finds out.

Good God
theres this girl
& she's all I can think of,
without her it's madness
that I'm on the brink of
She robs me
at night
because she's all
I can dream of.
She's just
like sunlight,
but thin
like a beam of.
I want to be
her star player,
or at least on
the same team of.
If she offered
me her heart
I'd take only
one small part,
like if she was a house
that I could be just
the kitchen sink of,
or if she were a
great and glorious mountain,
I could wade into the
lowest valley stream of.

maybe

I'll write
                                               something

better tomorrow