Faith

  Dispossessed nighttime,
 when desire blossoms
 into spontaneous jubilation,
 fueling faith
 in the goodness 
 of things.

Parable of Maturation

 
 controllers
 on the tube
 

 this junk itself as
                         sex
 

 mechanical       in the beginning
 the illusion
       then language
                dictates
 what we see hear smell
 

 sell shill
 sham honor among fools
 

 unbelievable voices
             never stopping
 will not shut up
 

 authenticating existence - 
              but whose?
              yours? theirs? mine?
 

 you never know what to expect
 so locked up, safe in the shadows
 

 without surprise
 

 listening for train whistles
 smelling burning leaves

Without

Without time
 only  frozen moments;
 without entropy 
 there's 
 nothing.

ANIMALS YALE PEABODY MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY JUNE 9, 2018

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Squawks

 Squawks of hungry birds
 echo in the lifeless trees,
 gestures of
 desperation and
 broken promises.

Dreams Turn To Folly

 Dreams turn to folly
 with the mistaken conviction
 that the magic of arrival
 does not require
 the burden of obligation.

Itch of Perplexity

 That crazy idea
 once there, 
 but damn,
 it’s gone.

 On the edge
 of other places,
 but not
 outside them.

 Unrecollected,
 ill-defined notions,
 beyond calculation.

 Pesky stings
 of unseen penetration;
 that’s not really there,
 but won’t go away.