Grant A WishEven if he failsTo notice me, my smile willNever fade in time.My heart won’t give up, I’ll stillWish upon the brightest star.
Sweetest SoundMy shrill roars of “Pull!”Rivals that of Ares whenDiscuses let rip.Their disintegration byMy gun is the sweetest sound.
Why Not Me?It should have been me,I can see it in your eyes; sheDoesn’t know of us.You’ve always pictured me asYour bride, I hope you wise up.
Vacant MindHe’s quite not all there;The light bulb remains unusedAfter two decades.His favourite pastime consistsOf burning buildings and towns.
Have A TasteIf songs are morselsMy head will implode from sweetOrgasmic delight.I’ll gladly indulge, stuff bothEars with bass, rhythm and soul.
Furry Hitch HikerCruising along theClear freeway, hitting forty,Freedom’s my compass.What caused me to stop and stareIs a hitchhiking black bear.
Even In DeathIt seems like good oldYesterday you, my sweet boy,Gurgled in your cot.Now as you lay here silentAnd cold, you’re serene in death.
Clumsy FootingI’m no dancing queen,I have no rhythm at all,Frequently tripping.Clear the dance floor pronto orI’ll tackle you down with me.
Absurdity DefinedMy mind glows like aBeacon in peaceful twilight,Transferring ideas.I rather be known for myWeirdness than being so bland.
Yaguarjungle undergrowthmottled shadows slinklithe and lethal
Forlorn greying skylast of the leavesflap on the tree
Goodness sunlit mornasphalt warmscattered leaves sprawling cattummy filledtoothy grin
Duck over reedy marshwings flutter furiouslyteal heads for cover
Dogiescalving pasturecows and new offspringslog through cold mud
Winter KatautaWith vigorEarth moves beneath him,locked in his embrace—he and she,together againfor this brief season.She shiversunder heavy breath;he moves upon her:swift motiongrows ever swifter,and they move as one.Each is lostin the other's love,which the winds proclaim,building upto final release—storms before the calm—and then! White,like cream, it descends,spilling from abovein a burst,a sudden flurry—in a rapid rush—and they sigh. . . .This is the moment.Winter comes.
Pine Breeze bathed in soft sunlightthe bitter cold fades away a pine breeze sings
HeartbeatsBreath.Running;Running aches.A simple act.Free.Breath.Shores cleftBy wild seas;A shell breaks loose.Free.Breath.Winter -Tea cooling.Some steam escapes.Free.Breath.A sunSetting low,Unveiling stars.Free.Breath.Two eyesJoining mine.Two hands in mine.Free.
Withered bent by the windpurple from burning cold withered rose
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.