a feather dropping
pond water gently rippling
stillness to
stillness

like bubbles
rising through water
gas
escaping,   oneafteranother
up, lighter than—
we are
empty  as  canned laughter
upwardly  mobile,
hope-filled
rising till realising, we  are:
like bubbles rising
in a (corked)  water (bottle)
world

root of all evil
a man | hanged in every home
                look in the mirror

the dog wakes
snapping
at the flying red dragon
fly
as the dream fades

I've an egg inside me
that's in the process of—
cracking /
What hatches, we'll see.
I'll offer it my love,
and it shall be lovely,
eating me from inside,
until it can—
no longer hide.

tonight the tide comes in
fully. tomorrow
we'll need glass bottom boats
to see new york city.
the flood lights
the deluge
reflecting the moon,
pulling the water over us
like a blanket. soon
our lungs will become pumps,
recovering—
forever—
the statue of liberty.

celebrate your /
self / ish / nature : I / I / I
am ill-
usory.

trains speeding by
the city immense and i
waiting for you
at the grand central station
waiting for you
in plaintive introspection
waiting for
my life to arrive
at the grand central station
trains speeding by
trains speeding by

yesterday's raindrop
blown today from the oak tree
awakens me

my yacht sails
     on the underside of the sea
my yacht sails
     unaffected by gravity
my yacht sails
     into ports which cannot be
my yacht sails
     an explorer of fantasy

gravity is—
but what does it, matter?

It was a rainy day when I heard,
"It was a sunny day when I saw
[ed her in half],
said the magician:
"It was a cloudy day when I felt
[sawed in half],
she said,
only half believing what I was hearing
through the pouring rain,
sensing,
for the first time,
the world was not OK.

a puddle returns
a reflection of the sun
and anyone

sleeping scars the restless mind,
something the psychologist
said: nightmare's claws carve ******-
septic lines
across the innards of the head,
which drip,
fear, loathing and strychnine
into your waking world
as you awake in bed something
the psychologist said

decay is a song
     of varicoloured leaves
sung in winter's tongue
     to summer as she grieves

and if we never reach the stars
       (...earth to explorer v...)
her robot said
       (...fatal error [...] oxygen supply...)
what matters is we are
       (...no crewmen left alive...)
together, even if we're dead

stormless nightscape
neon lightning
car-thunder and auto-hum
the dark doldrums
sky scrapes
violence even in brightest daytime
the city is
its own weather system
tempestuous / slum
lashing / victims
of architecture: humans undone
slithering, slithering
we,    slugs of no sun

we spoke / we listened
now we are each other's head-
aches, quietly break-
ing

[If I were a house, I am not a house / No more.] am I in order (like bricks being a wall) but disordered, like a pile (of bricks after the fall) / All whom I'd within me are already passed//past my vacant chaos grows now [only g( )***: blades of broken wi( )dows, which sadly did not last.]

heart beating // beating
wings lift me and flight begins
bare feet above ground
the world receding / the world
beginning [...] to appear small.

sunflowers follow
the sun; to whom will they turn
once their sun has gone?

twas someonce in an ancient days
when true temporal haze
i gazed seein the fall of humankindness,
i says, once-and-for-all, once-and-
for all time be encyclical
past's passed only in the presence
of a future samefold
be as was / same old / isas will be
foreshadows cast by history
fall upon the daze of destiny
fate is read not in lines not written
but in those allread-composed
pre-viciously

we are [living in] a stimulation,
floating bubbles dripping pleasure,
inflated by self-adoration,
pop—
ping: keyword:
excess   leisure

woodland / hissing stream,
it's cold / horses exhale steam,
you
slumber underdawn,
you stir—the sun—the rattle of spurs:
once upon the land was pure
once upon the land was pure

my house spews upwards
in a flat anti-neighbourhood of
disconnected—
the screen blinks, blank;
but the active round will follow
fatebang:
we are, each, a house
grown up/ward,
alone and easily swayed
(alone, uneasily swaying,
tech support
              cannot prevent our fall.)

If forgetting encroaches,
Build a pallisade of memory,
Gathering within
all worth remembering.
This, He said, is my instruction:
Understand it as allegory
at the risk of your self-destruction.

my face is hollow
grated like jail, rusted and
overgrown with vines
blooming bloodflowers which burst
dripping endlessly inward

dont move, she said. he—
felt the cold loaded gun. they
d been betrayed:
cops.

follow her follow
her doubled in greenlit
rooms,   golden bridges
possess her    /    she is possessed
of death: falling—.  in love again.

blood dries, bones break; sweat
and tears like rainwater flow
into the sewer

woodcutter's sunlight
absent like truth at the gate
at raintime; strangers'
memories, flowing as mud
a samurai was killed, but—

Snow. Globe / Newspaper
:: tycoon revealed as nothing
but a boy, taken
from mother / Nature simple
as a sled burning: "Rosebud."

buy love buy happy
nest balanced on a cliff's edge
what's bought is sold too

coffee cup broken
pieces strewn across the floor
sharp words were spoken
now we are silent;       no more
(s)weeping;    sad ceramic gore

i forgot my phone
i feel lost: because i lost
my identity

i am daylight burned
into your skin / buried deep
                   seeping out as sin

leaves accumulate
on the wet windshield / wipers
off: my car idles
by the local corner store
we had candy / you wanted
more.

city din under
-standing passengers passing
below the l train

summer lingers on
september on and on and
gone /   chill of october dawn:
pink frost, dew, warm bed, me, you
          —till the alarm clock turns on.

birds coagulate;
thin, becoming avian mist:
                  dissipating wind

the lure of success
glitters under the spotlight,
you step—
                    trap door:
                                       death.

slow, wasteful minutes:
begone!—but why? they shape us
void time trims the self

lightning swings its axe
into the sky as thunder
rolls the sun away

the wind beats the stalks
bent, they do not break; they rise
grass lives; the wind dies

sorry, say the strong
to the weak ones they despise
empathy is lies

grass wet with cold dew
the dawn light bathes me anew
asleep beside you

the night cracks the sun
like an egg into a pan
over the ocean

we are lapses in
judgement, human and divine
accidents alive

steaming, pleasure drips
milked from the bloated udders
of faceless others