A Convergence

Angry Gnomes, Troglodytes and invisible assassins

Converge at blind-man’s hollow

Heart.

Giant lush scene-stealing scenic-distemper engorges upon the valleys of lavender dream-like bursts of brush, seemingly from some planet yet to be named.  Tides too famous to appear here and now, have just come awash.  With an ever-alluring, pinch of crushing adoration, and a fickle sentiment of teenage-type, schoolyard infatuation swallowing me wholly, the water, caresses in a loving yet reverential fashion and it has since anointed every inch of me, blanketing my aperture in a cloud of foam and vegetation. 

Vin number…scratched away

Foreign symbols take their place

Spiders, legs for arms, arms for legs

         A disjointed sense of ownership

         Without a feasible trace of genealogy

Yet

         Someplace in the shell itself…

There must be something, anything

         That can help identify point of origin

Why bother, you might say?

Well…it’s important, that’s why.

And I know,

 This probably wasn’t the answer you had in mind

But at present…

It’s all I have.

A Question of Artistry (part I)

Masked men

Plates of white

Tailor-trimmed

In skull-black

Artistry.

Columns of withered

Wearisome antiquity,

Shying away from the

Fact they are historic,

All they feel is ancient.

If restoration

Is all that can be

To save their days

To share,

To brighten their reds and greens

To offer future children

Countless days to stare

Is that enough—

For these elders to keep breathing

The Third Eye

Right, Left

Second sight

An affirmation came today

Third Eye

In the air,

Away from the river

Above the swell

Shows me my life

And I cry

Shows me my life

And I smile

Left, Right

Forever guided

By the third eye

Never known, only seen

Ordered Pairs

We are all ordered pairs-

That makes a difference

In giving substance to our meaning

Timelines scattered-

By buckshot-

Pennies, quarters, shrapnel mess-

Diagrams plot us,

Here and everywhere-

Are we nothing but proportional fonts?

Characters & devourers of space

Oftentimes in a life of varying dependency-

Processed solely in protected mode-

When the arm is severed from the leg-

Our voices squelch, our hands regroup the sides

Strychnine, Curare

When powdering of seeds

Spasms may occur-

Uneven breaths taken