The Wire

Isn't it hard?
when we have so much perspective and so little credibility
Like trapeze artists
with slim wrists and cold sure naked feet
we make a chilly journey across the wire
that will
cut deep into our arches if we stand still.
Truth,
but we would probably fall off the indifferent wire
before it gets a chance to slice.
This stillness means thinking,
stopping, unstable, volatile, and unsure.
And so we continue
forward and unthinking
a lavender pilgrimage
not daring to look up
and praying pardon from down.

Pinkie Swear

Einstein proved that it's all relative,
built the A-bomb and made energy square,
while Genesis teaches that we're all relatives,
and that loving thy neighbors a burden to bear.
Well I've got more than just two cents to spare
on
what makes this big blue world spin madly
on
So here's my conclusion, my lifetime prayer:
Come on, sister, you gotta let down your hair!
take a deep breath, unswallow your pride
and tip your ear to the new groove out there.
Loosen up! and shake those hips side to side
to the single beating heart for all to share.
Cuz' I think we
can all agree
that the human race has been goin' crazy
just bruising our tongues and livin' lazy
So let's make like Tom and fool around

Because for seven days of work,
God made us a darn' good ol' playground.

untitled

smoke a bowl, maybe two
to soften the sack i hit
early to escape
thoughts of you.
eyelids shut!
but quite soon
mother moon
vomits melted
dreamsicles into my
dead
head
blurry blurry blurry
hurry hurry hurry
white rabbit!
through the hole
another bowl
your late!
it used to be
that i was free
and dreams
like these
wouldn't dare
haunt me.
another bowl.
an empty heaving chest
my heart
you stole.