Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Shell Shock


I know how I am and how it must seem
Like I'm rushing around and trying to leave
But when my things are put away
And I visit every room everyday
Smiling in the dark when I'm alone
I know I'm back and feel at home.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Ode to New Pens

No villains on Earth
Or demons in Hell
Are more frustrating
Or more deceitful
Than the misfortune of trusting
The dull blades of dead pens.
The muse's words are lost to the ether
While my pen scrapes the paper.

In futility.

After years of silent wishing
While undeservedly stopping
In art shops and travel stops
Briefly allowing my eyes to settle
Like dust in a mausoleum
Onto the quills and inks
And parchment and fountain pens
To use and make my words beautiful.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Haiku Kung-Fu

In a Bored Room
Back in my art school
Never thought I’d be using
Words like synergy


Prosthesis
Chicken wings on dog
Wheels of polymer and steel
Now flying down streets


New American Dream
Smack your girl around
Get arrested and famous
Do drugs and retire


4:15
Nervously tapping
Legs crossed tightly toward restroom
HOW LONG IS THIS CLASS?


Tutoring a 7 year old
Teaching kids English
Was not the plan but now it’s
Strangely fulfilling

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Universal Potential (Insp. by H.P. Lovecraft)


Potentially wrong.
Potentially bad…
Potential energies move grains of sand into
Odd patterns following waves on graphene

The beach is not a solar system or
Even a galaxy. The grains are not planets but
Subatomic particles appearing to be
Malleable. Laws can bend. Things can change.

Humanity is distracted; this does not change.
By movie-stars in tabloids and fashion shows,
By cheesy day-time television and on-demand
Pornography. Potentially wrong. Potentially bad...

Infighting between religions
Hate crimes between brothers
Wars between neighbors
No one trusts their doctors

Mothers could kill their children
Republics can rise and crumble
Planets revolve unaware and
Over the brink man shall tumble

Returning to the dust through which we trudge
The unceremonious death of an egotistical species
On a tiny rock, on an outer arm of a back-wood galaxy
Man dies, Earth dies, stars blink out and God never existed

Vast millions of planets continue revolving continue revolving
Einstein knows matter is not created or destroyed.
The cosmos are unchanged but no living being witnesses
The next big bang which perpetuates existence

The spark of life ignites in any dry forest over time
Energy cycles and begins where it once ended
Kinetic energy becomes potential
Potentially wrong. Potentially Bad.