In the beginning: nothing
the helix of bios --
a Pollock on nonentity
verb was made flesh
(transmogrification, not tailoring
should be the first art
and dwelt among us
as in u:s -- Trinity
of the information
rewarped, redefined, that is
the new cyber-time/space
Yes, us if you can find the Upright Eyes
betwixt the Chomskian truncation
of The You, and linking verb as Hiss
(cosmos is cramped, closed for comfort)
to get to your own meaning or, you lose
then, you're back
to the beginning
of everything: nothing.
Philosophy of Water
shallower than all
the world's childrens'
we are heaving you off
to the brim
See you in your wet dreams.
Or, check your water sign.
No Warm Blankets Again Tonight
My clothesline hung low again today
Old trusty wind didn't come blowing
Through some needful implements
Break into a million black ninjas
At the crack of thunderwhip
Falling with pinprick precision
picking scabs of fresh tiny wounds --
a special robe I wash and wear daily
Now old trusty rain comes
soaking wet again parched pathways
shuddering dainty flowers in my vase.
Later shaking cold and dripping wet
I shall lay myself to sleep
as my trusty visitor knocks at the door.