Found Poem.

I believed all along in controlling the tints of horizons
orange hues shifting to red and pink
and later to the darkest and most abandoned blues
Here is a place where it’s okay to believe:
unchecked emissions and glutinous vapors escaping
the first shift of a late night dumpling stand
If you read enough, drink enough,
romanticize the neon streets enough
perhaps a plateau will arise with expansive vistas.
To the west is a literal past. To the east literal future.
While north and south just want you home.

Love Poem #

this should probably start as an apology
for all the deforestation i could not stop
and the unethical treatment of monkeys caged
but i was deep into my delta waves
when the plunged syringe drew away

I'd like to remember things as they were
when the earth and sun and tribes were young
oh, how smoke dancing in light held us for days
we saw everything
or were willfully double blind

between our fingers, between our tips
insert time and space
insert mega cities reaching the heavens
insert urban sprawl encroaching
upon your beauty
bland asphalt annexing hips

it was, needless to say, confusing
searching for familiar in lands destroyed by man
armed with disregard for civil engineers

forget the proven, the practical, the pragmatic

Higgs was right,
but what does that mean to me?
I've been looking at things too small for too long
I, who used to breath world electric
and saw not with eyes, but with hands
never trying to prove any of it
how do you falsify
Andromeda shinning in eyes given to July?

All the discarded discovers will do me better
objective knowledge is pedantic
in your arms, in our bed
the universe discovers itself

The Fall of Autumn

lovers be as lovers may
the crunch of fall without correlation
there is no cause for such abstemious occasions
today, cliches will have to suffice:
at the right place; at the right time



if i brought her anymore into focus
sharpened edges too dimensional
the Gaussian blur outside of time--
outside of reason
we harvest the winter for fall



Oh! look up!
I know this has been my refrain
interrupt the earth all you'd like
the cosmos will remain





up here, come up here!
there is solace in winter abandoned
replaced with protean wars forgotten
in a time when peace is synonymous
with everything is dying




i love to hold-on to the red
has pragmatism ever outdone the devil?

summer colors

To erect the future

I wanted to place all my hope in the infrastructure
imagine the relief when the storm has passed
and the bagged goods remain dry

it's like the moment before
a child filled with frustration
in search for the illusive waldo realizes
the knock at the door
is a friendly welcome home

Out for a Walk

The Poets

what chance do the poets have
there is no place left for sentiments
not with the rise of robotics
our myelin sheaths replaced with tightly wound electrodes

we won’t need hands for holding or legs with veins and arteries
the lymphatic system was always terribly inefficient
and of course, this goes without saying
our hearts will be preserved and displayed
in abandoned museums of natural history

when the time comes the poets not afraid
will keep their sacred organs
gather on the edge of civilization
and eat what the earth provides