6/30/09

Sisters are playing
This week they are best of friends
Could change tomorrow

6/29/09

Face feels like melting
shirt dampens, sticks to m back
too cheap for A.C.

6/28/09

Some assembly
needed for this bicycle
Some assembly?

6/27/09

Turn right on Chinden
Turn right on Discovery
Special Olympics

6/26/09

Piss drunk already
Concrete tears elbows and knees
Slipped and I wavered

6/25/09

Blue moon hovering
Oranged embers rise to black
Stars blink above us

6/24/09

Hey look, it's Lola
Jill and Phil are excited
Congratulations

6/23/09

Delicate brown bird
Steals popcorn flits through chain link
Hops back to get more

6/22/09

My pirate monkey
shimmies up to a shoulder
we walk to the park

6/21/09

Attempt reconnect
Tin canned strings stretch across years
Continue to fail

6/20/09

Rainbow cereal
Bright smiles six a.m.
No sleep for daddy

6/19/09

Brown kitchen table
Last night's dirty dishes sit
Green apples turn brown

6/18/09

Arrogant Bastard
Punishes tastebuds with love
Ruination waits

So Real

One eye open one eye closed straining to see

imaginary tree heads supported by tangible trunks

roots ripple through brown earth skin

silent while they stand cracking with age and bask

in the heat of a cosmic bonfire's leaping flames

both eyes open, trees become a dancer supple as a swan

Weary of the dance, a final performance, swan

song leaving the audience unable to see

a golden dying bird burning to ash in its own flames

journey to transformation without ship or steamer trunks

has a lifetime of glory to reflect and bask

while brittle bones shrink and crack under loose skin

Leaving behind first the egg and then the skin,

the cobra sways in trance, body curved like a swan

that cranes its neck to see a rippling reflection and bask

in arrogance, floating near lakeshore it does not see

the two legged predator kneeling hidden between trunks

of maples that in short weeks will appear to be in flames

Repeating sequences, strings of history, Rome went up in flames

America's buzzing hornets with smooth metal skin

stir dust and rattle drums sounding horns like elephant trunks

traveling north to south nuclear winter outruns the swan

blanketing the Earth leaving no eyes to see

and clouding the sky leaning no bodies to bask

Spain once said, go ahead bomb the Basque

hillside green grows to feed flames

destructive presence of blind rage that cannot see

swallows sweet fuel blackening ground marring skin

returning to ugly duckling, no longer beautiful swan

lonely shepherds sit under pines carving stories in trunks

Bald obesity the man spills out of swimming trunks

near the pool here in summer to bake and bask

waddles to the plank, attempts to swan

dive into open pit engulfed in flames

bubbling blistering he rips from his skin

stands naked and humble for his father to see

Elephants float past swans, belly up, bask

trunks of trees jut from a shallow sea

skin cleansed of sin erupts in holy flames