A worm came into the open.
A bird came.

The mouth of the worm came open:
"Bird, open!" came the worm.
"Open." came the bird, mouth open.
The worm came.
"!" came the mouth of the bird.
The worm,
into the open mouth of the bird,
The bird,
mouth open,
Came the worm, came the bird,
Came the bird, came the mouth,
Open.

The mouth of the bird came open:
"Worm, open!" came the bird.
"!?" came the worm.
"Worm!" came the bird.
"Open, open!" came the worm.
"Open." came the mouth of the open.
"Open." came the worm, mouth open.
The bird,
into the open mouth of the worm,
The worm,
into the mouth of the open,
The open,
mouth open,
Came the bird, came the worm
Came the worm, came the mouth of the open,
Open.

You **** Sapiens; us neanderthals
exist together
in separate contexts:

You
Move mountains of meaning with the swipe of an opposable thumb,
Fill your coffers with shiny, expendable treasure.

we
gather bundles of metaphor to keep warm
hunt ferocious words to survive

In a river of eyes
Soul bathes
****

Just one thing
or
Everything?

Could a mind be taught to stop
counting up the weary years
counting down to its great fear;
Tell the time for one last time
Leave the numbers to the numb

My birthday wish for this new year
is to forget my birth date.

For a captivating 2nd
the heart thought a thought
the mind couldn't think

A timeless river kept a clock.
tic. toc. tic. toc.
It had the nerve to wonder how
tic. toc. tic. toc.
its flow was ever interrupted
tic. toc. tic. toc.
by every pebble.
tic. toc.
by every rock.
tic. toc.

what if moon can see our crimes
from that far out
night's yellow eyes
watching in the day

what if day lights a candle for night
to blow out
put its lover to sleep

what if love is a hunter
we the prey
skinned, prepared
for master of reason

what if reason has the keys
to the locks on your cells
would you set you free

what if freedom is a book
that contains one truth

what if truth is a lie
death allows
life

what if life is defiance
of time
against forever

what if you can catch forever
in chains around your wrist
divide
until too weak to resist

what if forever
like us
is only weak when its divided

i spy with my little eye
something
that's unspeakable

we have a thing
a living thing
we don’t know what else to call it
it’s unlike any living thing
that life did ever posit

it surfaced on a liquid night
our heads were swimming in the stars
and once back down on solid ground
the thing was sleeping
at our feet

now it tails us everywhere
hides inside a gaze
feeds on time,
heaving hips,
musings on a page

it grows; glows
invisibly
with each ******* sigh
untangles every simple thought
a human could desimplify

we're told the thing is ours to keep
can’t be robbed or gifted
can’t be sheltered, nonetheless
from hungry eyes
from destiny

I woke up this morning.
the thing is nowhere
to be found

"Had it only been me
I wouldn't dare voice the issue.
Now that you started crying
Would you please pass a tissue?"

Outstretched fingers  
in flaccid resignation:
The tragic letters plop
without a kick
without a scream
out mother-poet's womb
senselessly sentenced
to a hollow-frame fate
untitled

All poets mourn together
when a poem is delivered
to the world
without a pulse.

Oh well grow all you need to grow
inside my spine
And then take what you need to take
what's yours is mine
Then just give all you want of it
to some new thing
I'll stay here, the provider of that constant sting
they call love...

tummy tummy, why so mad
I gave you all the food I had

I gave you food that's super yummy
you're acting weird and kinda crummy

c'mon tummy this isn't rad
what is making you so sad

could it be the roasted cricket
but god I only barely licked it

Jesus tummy, is there a dad
I'm pretty sure there's no such lad

I showed my heart to the doctor
he said, 'you just have to quit'
he wrote himself a prescription
your name was mentioned in it

Then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon
and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
his practice is all in a ruin...

Pale shadows
dangling on a string;
Arm of light connects

For the sake of little i
who cannot look it in the eye
the Sun plays puppeteer.

You win it
simply
by playing against yourself

If a photo of a falling tree
is posted on the internet
and not a single person "likes" it
was it ever really taken?

Whether you're sick from love
or sick of it
The symptoms are the same.

In order to become
the next Big Thing
one must first
Give up being a person,
devolve into a thing.