hacking the cloud
to paint the sky

- code in words
gets the color
down between the lines -

beneath the verse -
perfectly - poetically

- subversive.

r ~ 10/19/14

Drape the corner
   you no longer come close to
weave a memorial
  to our grandmothers
out of your way
   I toil
subsist on carcasses
     play my eight legs
like a trapeze artist
      feeling every twitch
in the corner
    where you no
longer play.

round and about discovering
the hidden mosses and evergreen
mosses lichens

down on all fours recovering
the bides of soft scenes seen
tosses like soils moist

brown and rich recalling
the times of a youthful dreaming
spent

discovering the
doe romping fertile in her young
youthful nature growing
seeds sowing
this
remembering.

tick tock
tock tikety
tee too
time so
tocks ticks
await you
your return
tock ticks
eye flash
hope you
o k
tock tick
await again
life so
tock tickety
long when
listening to
clicks clocks
tickety tocks
gears gnash
hourglass
sand sifts
seconds
hours
days years
tick tocks
alone
awaiting
you to
return
and still
I wait
for you
hear the
ticks tocks
anticipate
ticks tocks
cant sneak
up on me
as i sit
here awaiting
tick tock
click clock
count me
my life
as a
dream of
sand shift
ing down
the glassine
clear vision
ary dream
awaitin'
again
tic toc
to when
the beg
inning

whelming-
evening silence
-soothing quelling dwelling

a much quieter song
- moon pulls the tide along
singing of the sea

sun slides down-
the stars align
exactly as they should-
and shine

rest, earth-
breathe deep-
-we sleep.

r ~ 9/27/14

Every,
     ****.
I just
    wasted
2(w)'s
    I guess
I am
    no good
at this,
    four ******' teen
wasted. Or 24(w) ****.

It cannot be
   day (or night)
without you

I revel ( to
   the point of annoying)
in the swashy
   hums

I hear when
   your song sings
Thirsty (drowning)

Without (you, lost)

Your sonnets
  (exact connections)
at their core

Bequeath (waver)
   sway
in absence.

Sunup
expectations low-
another day aimed my way

- till the sky became
a color never named
and changed my world - again,

a new day.

r ~ 10/12/14

up yo
eloquence
up yo
apocalypse
breathe breaths
of poetic
synapses
beat the drums
dream dreams
of seeing
without the
gaps
write between
the lines carefully
spasm with me
rend the inside out
rhythmically
collapse
get up
go
on
being
simply
human
being.