Hibiscus and gravy

you didn't stay long

folding your scarlet napkin

and tossing it to the ground

the lunch was short

but worth every sip

I drank of you

Cloud drift

some man stared down at me

as I watched him pucker his lips

he turned his eyes to

focus on the end of his nose

and transformed his

face into a baboon's

as he faded into the ethereal

another man's face came to be

right to next to him

with muted features

but didn't stay long

a giant baby chick

began slowly sailing by

and in the distance

a cat peeked around

the corner and wore

a dragon smile

I don't think the chick

knew about the cat

when they both

swirled back into the ocean

they were created from

Kim don ick

the toddlers have guns

loaded guns

everyone look away

we wouldn't

want to upset them

as one of them might

pull the trigger

Ode to ya'll

idleness, the chair

I uneasily sit in

time, the bottomless

glass I sip from

boredom, the friend

I wrote to advise that

I can't keep our prior commitment

words, the bowl

of chips I snack on

poetry, the spicy salsa

I dip from, yes double dip from

365 days, the vodka

to loosen my lips

to pour out my soul

Don't blame chaos

don't blame chaos

for it cannot build

to a climatic point

it's not in its nature

to fulfill prophecies

of end of times

or bring about a

specific calamity

it is way too busy

being random at

uncertain intervals

if you look to the end

you won't find chaos

for it would have

already finished it

before you could see

and began and ended

again a hundred times over

don't blame chaos

if you feel enslaved

blame order and control

that enslaves the fear

you're so afraid of

The reach

that which reaches
inside and lingers
to spur a wonder
to hold attention
to cause reflect
to churn the yearn
that has dwelt
within these halls
long before it
was ever known
much longer before
the thought was sown
within these walls
that they flow
instead of stand
and yield instead
of hold their own
and shake to crack
and burst open
spilling all within
out into emptiness
so that stars know
seas and trees know
time and words know
silence and heat knows
pain and loss knows
existence is that
which reaches inside
and lingers there still

Et tu

it was a scream to

freeze your soul solid

as I drifted from a sunset filled

park into the dim lit

corridors of terror

the flash from my camera

was the only light

to reflect off the pale flesh

of the slender figure cornered in the dark

it towered over my cohorts

who knew not that it lurked

behind them and I was

vacant of voice to warn them

it was a scream to

throw you out of your body

and I plummeted into

the ocean my fears were

suffocating in to only find

myself in the same position

my cohorts were in previous

yet when the long, bony

white fingers crept over

the temples of my skull

I was instantly at peace

and a warmth was behind me

while a voice boomed

within my brain to my

shock and uneasiness

and I uttered in exchange

that we only use our ears

to hear these words or else

our hands can communicate

and the voice came again

and though something was said

I cannot say any words existed

Feathers

hold me in your stoic arms

as I shed the form I chose

these feathers weren't meant 

for the flight I'm now in

they must remain with you

in your subtle changes

that time often overlooks

I leave the tears of my body

embedded in your porous flesh

a drink you can raise your glass to

and remember me when

I've blown away with winter

Turvy George

belly up

quite right in this world

the topsy-turvy

becoming more tipsy

than topsy

and drunker the drinker

who drank this drink

and drinks until

they sing to the sink

belly up throw up

for nothing can

be kept down

not what's served

from the turvy crown

yet we only puke

and only will continue

until someone dares

tell turvy George

his piss has turned blue

Yenuta's hymn

the fluid weather ways

of slithering Yenuta

who flies through clouds

in his serpentine chariot

his winged snakes strike

the earth in flashing fright

when he grows restless

his mood turns dark

and thunders within

his cloudy temple home

when he is distant

life recedes from green

and thirsty prayers are

raised to his temple home

in hanging gourd vines

the fluid weather ways

of slithering Yenuta

who pours down onto

his brother's flesh

to renew the life

the battle of this world