I forget where the pressure began, but it is a cancer, a sneaky one, creeping up on you when you least expect it. I am a desert island alone but for my thoughts, uncertain as to who can understand or what can release. I might be small, but I am mighty under such pressure and expect nothing less than relief when I say go.

Hearts are secret things, but I know where to seek. Hide yours tonight and I will find you tomorrow, only transformed, manifested, altered.

I lay you out once like an ancient Persian rug, your edges curling in towards safety, storage, certainty. Dusty patterns traced slowly like the sound of your voice in hesitation, and I knew you, past and present substance, drew in your scent.

Reticient and attic shy,
Keep hiding,
Changing shape,
Keeping time.

Shaken and stirred

Getting back to inner zen can take a lot after being shaken up, stirred and poured all over the floor. If my spirit is water soluable, does that mean it disappears? I used to be able to taste my successes, my triumphs and my disasters; my current work has dissolved all the differences.

Bland melanges of futility fruits only last so long. I want passion and vision and a reason for stickwithitness.

Sing zen with me, zing.

Cut Veggies

a tight
grip;
slip
is a
quick
cut.

a tight
grip
like
a
slip
knot
back
fires
steadily
into
stunned
flesh.

If I read between
the lines,
Really stare,
Concrete
Appears.

Clouds billow
Rain glistens,
Rainbows shine,
Concrete is.

Oh, slab.

Release

Earthly father
Supplies
My earthiness

I earn my worth
By twirling courage
Into churns like butter

Undone parentage
Brings reign free release

What’s next is like asking
Whether gravity will fall
Or fold into nothingness.

Avoid all contact with the devil
At least until you split the seal.

Know Your Meme

I am a genetic reproduction of outlandishly
spiritual flesh.
Wonder me if I, the same, meme,
Reproductive therapy
might tell you
It's too late.

You missed that splice
Yesterday.

We are all the same it seems
But I
so far
have yet to find
Reproduction.

Replication is everywhere
And I almost fell for something good

So long,
My
Mishapen
Greek
Marvel
My
Meme