Time is a Caravan

Time is like a caravan,

Sometimes toting monuments,

At other’s chipped and broken pebbles,

Released prematurely from it’s elder stone

A Moth

A moth
with five
speckled dots
lingering atop
otherwise
see-through
wings

The Decline of the American Doorbell

Whatever happened to the days of the doorbell inspector?


that soul
uptight
little man-
the one that would come to you,
with nose in the air
glasses drifting back and forth
dependent only on the angle of neck tilt

He would come to your home
ring your bell...
if you answered
he'd collect his fare

if no one obliged his tolling
he would
notarize
appropriately

It's been a long many days
and he believes
he must be
the only
person
alive
with a working doorbell

to think, he once pitied the poor telephone dialer, the voiceless voice spinning the disc to gain the line, only to be hung up on, dial-tones and disconnect.

…and he's begun to construct an updated resume

as he heard that there may be an opening

in the department of oxygen.

Quartet of Dragons

A quartet of dragons—

Pink, blue, red and green,

Stutter above and beyond

The interminable chirping

Of the cicada, praying beside

Iron lattices built to bar

Entrance to, the all too,

Ephemeral affinity

Toward pneuma divine

Stories, Lovers And Trouble

If you’re looking for a story,

Then you’ll find one,

It may not be worth sharing,

But you’ll find one

If you’re looking for a lover,

Then you’ll find one,

It may not be what you had in mind,

But you’ll find one

If you’re looking for trouble,

Well then,

It appears you’ve already found it.

Which in itself, is a story too

The Old Game

Pulp-swing-tire ironed

Crash-course-culpable-slug

Chagrined master- dactyl love

Flange-froe-flossed floe

Collapsed

Itemized

Dramatization

Complacent Coin(aged) 

Prehistoric

Raptors once roamed these plains

Grift the ground, dirty pebbles

Adjusting height and weight-

To facilitate their angular wage

Upon skin, leather-bound primacy

Editions shelved

Encased

In icy tombs

As pterodactyl’s spawn

Fly high above

Layered stones placed by hand

Yellowtail

Yellowtail

Atop beds of green

Stirred from sleep

As mesh descends