On the ferris wheel we steal a kiss,
careless zeal, no bits amiss,
slip into this, mind and timelessness,
twist wrist, spit lip like starshine, crisp.

Down below the kids get lit,
ripped,
hair wind flipped out,
broke mouths sip doubt,
shout fire-light, ice pout,
grown out the hometown,
grown loud, a fun crowd,
one's got the know how,
the others got the low down,
one shot the sheriff,
then the others hit the ground.

When he shot the sheriff
he kneeled,
we saw it from the ferris wheel.

The best poems never make it to paper,
they burn up before they reach the page.

The map is not the territory.
The menu is not the meal.
Cognitively, we dwell in a symbol-scape
and easily mistake
the signpost for the path.
Spiritual and New Age medias
offer signposts,
but,
if one enshrines the sign,
it can make captive the one wishing to walk the path.
Leaving the seeker abandoned of their journey for a
golden calf.

Really, all teachings are distractions from the Truth.
Science and Spirituality are methods of inquiry
and, surely, have little
or nothing
to do with watching videos on the internet.

http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html

There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.

All waves!
Breaking shape and making
move where once was static.

The way
that we behave in rain
is no less than dramatic.

The thunder through the window,
the lighting through the glass,
that storm the room
and spark the bloom
to witness flame then ash.

There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.

Haiku:


#9

Crowning the moon in rainbows,
The clouds

#10

Warm Febuary
Finally Rain
Sidewalk Salamanders

#11

Rainwater
Gathering
Underground

#12

A lonely wind
is keeping the door open

#13

soft
the morning light
birdsong

#14

new moon pinetrees
waiting for the
              wind

#15

Last night's fire
Dying
Under the sun


Senryū:


#11

Watching the rain
Waiting for a poem

#12

Reading to stay awake
Falling asleep
with the light on

#13

Rooster at dawn
Rising
to **** him

#14

outside
the city sounds
inside listening

#15

Breath
Following Breath
Following

#16

a quiet drum
the children sleeping

#17

step after step
we will rest
but not yet

This blinding space
give way!
Let you be stark
and cautious
simple so as not to
be distracting.

Apparition :

In the dark we speak of death
and we laugh to scare the ghosts,
Those silent ones.
So blatant, they blend
wide-eyed and somehow
they are unaware,
seeing little
but our heartbeats breaking the cold.

As well they should,
we are RADIANT!
casting bleak our features
and making the
longest
shadows
here in space.