when you come to terms with the fact you are going to die
everything is a lot calmer
mostly you
less anger or angst or fear
just life
i consider myself an anarchist
but there are different types of anarchy
educated and impulsive
i understand
and i observe
and i learn
and i start the fire with breeze on the coals
not with a match in the rain
anarchy is not meant to be ignorant

Deadly dead bodies
Bring widows into this world
Loneliness to loveliness
Birthing them.
Nirvana plays
as nirvana comes
I dreamt once that Christianity was right,
But I never converted
God says don't advertise your love
God says do the dishes
God says that he's the only one
But I exist too.
Why does he fall so often?
Such a klutz.

Flames are burning the clouds to ashes

A hole, a perfect circle of light
was torn into the patchwork of the sky
and sewn back up by the burnt bits of thread
That were made from the sun's fiery goodbye

capture-able  
no camera
no words even

Help prevent wildfires
The sky's the exception.

The lizards sip tea on saturday afternoons
and discuss the bourgeoisie
and the effects of the French Revolution on their political stability.

Rabbits sniff their butts and eat their ****
because the sake of science calls for it,
they know that better than humanity.

The monkey's choice to live without clothing
was conscious and
involved their understanding of their roles in the delicate ecosystem.

Ants live without emotional attachment
Because before they evolved
Too many died from broken hearts
and they realized it wasnt worth it.

Trees dream every night of the places that birds whisper about in their branches
and cry at the corpses that go unburied at their feet.

As humans go,
they live lives climbing not to the sky
But social ladders leading only to unhappiness
and unfulfilled lives full of ignorance
and baths of political corruption and suicide.

Yet they say they are the superior species...

Put on your father's hat
Full of stickers
About nuclear war.
It Will Be The Death of Us
Send it in a package
as Thomas waits
He listens to Tom Waits
But only the old stuff,
the better stuff...
Waits for reality
To be as good as mine.
Snapshots of his jealousy flash from the screen,
I pity him and his envy.
Ridge lines could **** me.
I never want to sleep again.
I have slept enough, eleven days
Only dreaming for sixteen years
Now I could die.
But I died before,
This time it is only fun and I am only happy.

I am very excited to meet you.
But in the meantime
There are things to be done
Mountains to be succumbed by
Views to be gasped at
Trees to be climbed
Rivers to flow with
Pots to make
And friends to be made too
Out of clay
and out of love.
and out of adventure.
lots of adventure...
Sun to be soaked
laughs to suffocate on
happy times to be had
depression too.
And same goes for you.
In the meantime,
I will not wait
I will run.
And if you are ready,
you will not catch
you will run with me.

She reads five books a day.
And forgets her children's names when they call.
She works.
Hard.
But she plays almost never.
Only clapping games
With special-needs preschoolers.
She will try until she dies
To stay alive,
But she is quiet and she is shy.
Her thoughts get dusty
Pacing repetitively in her head
And never making it out of her lips.
Her mouth is glued shut...
She married a man
Who switched her Chapstick with glue.
But, Mother, let us dance.
Let the rhythm move your aching bones
And grow happier as you grow older
It should not be the other way.