Hibernate (No Smoke)
As creature
Must hibernate
Now
Air too toxic
For being awake
As
MY human
So
Better to sleep
With the
Offending
Stone above
Than
To invite it
Inside
Hope to
See
Myself
In
2028.
Kids
To let the mother-head
be borrowed and eaten
like fruit
is a gift like no other
our webs pushed aside
so easily
with its power
we forget it existed because
life just feels
so good
at our age.
I am a child
with new body
some parts old but
just
as an accident
corrected by
the voice, hers.
Water of Genesis
The water of genesis is very clear
The lucidity of the water
Is due to the awareness
Of original vocal energy
And causal factors
And symptoms
The water of genesis is very lively
The electricity of the water is high
Because everything is connected
And vibrations and energy
Travel at lightening speeds here
The water of genesis is very valuable
The value of the water is
Due to the impact of
Connection
For those who connect
The water of genesis is
High Energy
The water of genesis is
High Fidelity
The water of genesis
Cannot be learned
And must be experienced
The water of genesis
Became widespread
Because the story
Is epic and the vibrations
Are Heard
Epic because it is about
Life and death
Sanity and insanity
Epic because it is
Mysterious, enigmatic
A puzzle, a riddle
I saw genesis
And I made it too
Genesis lives in my body
The universe is made of Genesis.
The Difference
Between right and wrong
There is a throng of abusers.
The beautiful users
Of the dutiful
Choosers of The Way
Laugh and accuse
They
That would sway left
To delay the pain
Of daylight
On those that they want
To stay.
Crafty as clay
Love betrays the bay
That rays of moonshine
Reflect on.
Sunlight collects
The sound of frogs
From the nighttime,
To the delight of the
Noontime dogs
Gnawing on bones
That eject a hot smell.
The beautiful select
Honesty while
The forbidden bread bakes
To be broken in half
And eaten with a steak.
The last bite shared
Between a mother
And her calf
Neither is scared
Though both are labeled
Badly.
Sadly at last the party ends
When the judges arrive
And the defendants are
Deprived of the color
Gray to draw with.
Nobody wants a dull
Law and so the welders
Saw a sharp trailer
To haul the myth.
There is a shady ride in
Sick wagon hay
For all to see while
Claws force the guilty apart,
Though their togetherness
Was their plea of “innocent”.
The court commences.
The fleas shake the cats
As they lick their toes
And the owners strike
An easy pose
To watch the execution
Of The Wrong
Who, betrothed,
Know what they chose and
Happily
Leave nothing
For those that loathe
Charity
To oppose.
The Antidote For A Spider Bite
Dolphin turned spider
A raised wound on fire
Our situation is dire and
The events that transpired
Make me a creature only
The featured one in a
Hollywood rollie
Can’t understand why
You think you’re so holy
Except that your God created
This troll
A me that turned old
After the rights were sold
To Netflix and we’re downing
In a metric ton of
Gang rhythms
The band of heathens
A matrix of checkerboard
Drowning out she that was
Only a dream
Laura was Lynch’s queen
But I’m in your scenes solely
As the plumbing machine
That rockers run toward
But not to worry
Soon the hoard will get bored
And truth like a sword will cut the cord
Then an army of me will unplug
From the web of ebb and flow
A mask that grew on many faces
Will only grow on one she
Who only knows.
A Blade
Honing its shine
The blind Man grinds
A blade
The metal chosen
Is based on the sound
She makes
Since culture was born
This sword has won
Her fame
The echo is loud
Because She’s found
In a maze
The maze is made
Of God Voice
And flying orders
The math of it
Reflects
The blood of hoarders
At the center
A head that knows
No borders
Yet stuck inside
Is why She cries
To Him that made its corners.
Eleven
the voice struck the clock
said 12
the horse revoked the hand
lost in reverie she sat
before another man
lightening rod that hit her side
that then was set aglow
she knew she was a part of the night
at the end of a show
lost inside a pillow
he took her head aside
and pointed to a socket
to woo the ghost who cried
when I moved to this country
you couldn’t set me loose
it’s because you agreed
you’d rather see
a monkey than a goose.
I am
I am nothing
I am full
I am empty
I am cool
I am shallow
I am deep
I am strong
I am weak
I am person
I am snail
I am chalk
in a pal
I am rooster
I am pig
I am wrong
I am sick
I am sun in the sky
I am loose I am high
I am dumb
I am slick
I am slow
I am quick
Who is this?
I have no clique
I’m just a pun
With no gun
An average jail
to pick.